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My sisters got some hamsters and enjoyed watching them run around their tubes, in the hamster ball, etc. We had an old vacuum cleaner with an IN and OUT nozzle on the bucket, you could hook the hose into the blower. The hose was a little larger than the tubes the hamsters ran around in. So naturally they wanted to "give it a fun ride", by loading the hamster into the vacuum hose (hooked to the OUT nozzle of the bucket) and launching it throuuuuuugh the air to a delicate landing on a pillow. It lived three trips! Or it lived for one trip and it took two more for someone to notice. Brave little hamsternaut. ----- When I was eight or so one of my jobs was mowing the lawn with a giant Honda riding mower. Once, mowing close to an outbuilding, I must've startled a nest (den?) of wild bunnies, because a baby bunny ran RIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF THE MOWER AND UNDER THE DECK i was pretty freaked out, but there wasn't a giant FWOMP noise, so..? I turned and it had run out the other side! The deck was set pretty high, ~3" or so, and this was apparently enough room for the bunny to happily hop through without noticing. ----- Years later my family moved to a farm, it was a Confined Animal Feeding Operation (CAFO), and one of my jobs was culling ZE INFERIOR SPECIMENS FROM ZE HERD. Well over ten thousand tiny souls have passed through my hands. I don't really feel guilt, because I was taught not to, but holy poo poo making kids kill animals is kinda hosed up, thanks dad. For a long time I was worried I'd turn out to be a serial killer or something awful. Last year I worked six months as an animal control officer and the poo poo I saw people do to their pets, on purpose, completely wiped away any traces of guilt I may have had from managing food animals. Welp, that's my stories!
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Another story: when I was a teen my father married a woman who had two massive greyhounds, who were like children to her or something, they were ancient but still pretty active. Well, the cat (there was only one farm cat who wasn't semi feral and would actually let people near her) made the foul mistake of running across the dogs' fenced in area, they gave rapid chase and surprisingly caught her. And despite having whippet-like confusion over what to do with the thing they caught, they managed to gently caress it up pretty bad. Front legs functional, back legs, pointed the wrong way. Apparent spinal damage. If I had been there (this was relayed to me) I probably would've killed it quickly. I was told the cat dragged itself pitifully into the wood. About a month later the cat showed up, all four legs working fine, massive scar on the belly, and wouldn't let anyone near her who smelled like dog.
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