Intentionally hanging off the end of the garden fork, fighting for it's life. Looks harmless, but it's friends gave us nights of misery in the winter months and is now part of the gang to disturb our vegetable plot. I want the dogs to finish the job, I can't do it. Calling Harik, our smaller dog, over to grab the specimen. Starting to feel bad now but it's out of my hands. With a little pressure of Harik's jaw it's life has gone. Maco, our larger dog, wants a taste of the action and next I hear is the crunching. Life is sweet again. End.
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