A good story about dispatching animals. My dad got sick of the squirrels in the back field, that were being encouraged by the next door neighbours feeding the little sods.
So he bought an air rifle and started culling the population, Taxi driver stylee. One day he’s got one in next doors garden in his sights, fires, but just winged it. Seeing it obviously in pain he nips next door to finish it off with a shovel. On entering the garden, he is confronted not by the neighbour, but the next-door-but-one neighbour from the other side, also carrying a shovel.
So my dad decides to fess up and says “listen, I’ve got an air rifle and I’ve just shot the little sod, so I’d come to finish it off”
“ah” says the bloke. “its just that I’ve got an air rifle as well, and I’ve just shot it too”
Its just occurred to me that I’ve never asked my dad who eventually did the honours
😆