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Serious question: do you crush it or kill it?

ONE LOVE said:
OK I did actually kill something recently.


One day in our condo I stayed at over here in Bkk I found a lizard in the bathroom... I didn't know how to get rid of it as it's real small (as long as the index finger).


It stayed in the bathroom for 2-3 days when I decided to kill it (too hard to catch and release). So one day I crushed it with toilet brush holder, except it didn't die, it kept struggling. I could't crush it any further as the holder was plastic, so I just left it there.


After 2 days ants started eating it, and by the third day all that's left was its bones and skull.


.... so I guess sometimes you can't just 'crush' it, but with patience you can certainly kill it.
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We don't want to hear about your torture porn fetish.

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Never leave a living thing half dead. It is not humane. You have made that poor little lizard suffer for hours and get eaten alive slowly. Just pick a heavy thing and smash it if you cannot do anything else. Be sure to smash all the head part or it might stay alive.
 
addictionary said:
Never leave a living thing half dead. It is not humane. You have made that poor little lizard suffer for hours and get eaten alive slowly. Just pick a heavy thing and smash it if you cannot do anything else. Be sure to smash all the head part or it might stay alive.
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LOL .. will remember next time.
 
Lizards are freaking delish. Why would you let the ants eat it? I would have grilled that thing up good.
 
Broncster said:
If you make the decision to kill something and it doesnt die all the way. Pick it up with your hand and squish it or pop its head off. Put the damn thing out of its misery and take it outside or in a ****ing garbage can.
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This. Stomp on it or something.

A few years ago I was camping with family and threw a rock at a chipmunk not thinking I would hit it (chipmunks are tiny and I was pretty far away) and I nailed it. I think I broke its back.
It's front legs still worked but the back legs were useless. It was trying to pull itself along with only it's front legs.
The nieces and nephews were all horrified (I was too). I quickly found a large rock and crushed the poor little guy to end it's suffering.
 
fishonjazz said:
This. Stomp on it or something.

A few years ago I was camping with family and threw a rock at a chipmunk not thinking I would hit it (chipmunks are tiny and I was pretty far away) and I nailed it. I think I broke its back.
It's front legs still worked but the back legs were useless. It was trying to pull itself along with only it's front legs.
The nieces and nephews were all horrified (I was too). I quickly found a large rock and crushed the poor little guy to end it's suffering.
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That's terrible. Throwing a rock at a chipmunk??
Mr. Tough Guy.
 
fishonjazz said:
This. Stomp on it or something.

A few years ago I was camping with family and threw a rock at a chipmunk not thinking I would hit it (chipmunks are tiny and I was pretty far away) and I nailed it. I think I broke its back.
It's front legs still worked but the back legs were useless. It was trying to pull itself along with only it's front legs.
The nieces and nephews were all horrified (I was too). I quickly found a large rock and crushed the poor little guy to end it's suffering.
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So to answer my question..
You crush it then kill it.
 
I like to shoot potguts in the face an watch them seizure. It is really funny an those dirty vermin deserve it.
 
fishonjazz said:
This. Stomp on it or something.

A few years ago I was camping with family and threw a rock at a chipmunk not thinking I would hit it (chipmunks are tiny and I was pretty far away) and I nailed it. I think I broke its back.
It's front legs still worked but the back legs were useless. It was trying to pull itself along with only it's front legs.
The nieces and nephews were all horrified (I was too). I quickly found a large rock and crushed the poor little guy to end it's suffering.
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You have destroyed the chipmonk's career as a Bran Stark!
 
Dude, you let an animal suffer until it died? That's awful. I kill animals every year, and I could never do that. Put the dang thing out of its misery.
 
Reminds me of my former roommate. We had one of those sticky mousetraps, and it caught the mouse while I was gone. Roommate calls me and tells me it's just wiggling around in the trap. I told him to take a hammer or just stomp on it with his foot. He couldn't do it...had to wait for me to get home. Dude lost his man card.
 
Lizards? Toilet brushes?

When I was 15, I worked for a guy who raised rabbits, pigs, and Holstein calves. He had a buyer in CA for the rabbits, and sold the pigs and calves at local auction. My job was pretty simple: Feed them. Calves sometimes get sick with a condition that farmers call "scours"-- basically the worst diarrhea you can imagine. Often, regardless of treatment, the animal becomes dehydrated, can't hold anything down, and simply wastes away until it dies. I had been keeping my eye on one calf that had been fighting scours for about a week. One morning, I went to his pen and found him lying on the ground, eyes glossed over, breath rattling in his throat. He was done. I went to the building that held the rabbits. The guy was in there shoveling the mounds of round rabbit turds out from under cages into one pile. I told him about the calf. He shook his head and said, "Follow me". We went to the tool shed. He reached up, took down a ball-peen hammer, handed it to me and said, "Take care of it". Not a gun, but a ball-peen hammer. "Hit him good and hard, right between the eyes, so he doesn't suffer", he said. Back at the calf's pen, I found myself standing in ****-covered straw, looking down at this dying baby. With my stomach in a knot, I grabbed him by one ear, drew back, and swung as hard as I could. The first strike, the calf started flailing and bawling with every bit of life still in him. A hit him a second time, then a third, and then I stopped counting. At some point he quit struggling. The raspy breathing stopped. He was dead. I lifted him over the front panel of his pen and dragged him by one leg to the edge of the road, where a truck would come by later to pick him up. He would be made into dog food or something similar. I went back to the shed and returned the hammer. I went to the guy and told him it was done, and went back to feeding the animals.

That is every day on a farm.
 
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