The Nasties are trying my patience!
I have a narrow section of land that runs along side my house. This is the side next to the Nasties. On that side, fenced in with an 8 ft cedar fence is where my air conditioner unit sits, along with a number of bird/squirrel feeders.
I went around there today to fill up all my feeders and there lying on the ground was a headless baby bunny. Freshly decapitated! Body lying alongside the head, just not attached. They keep throwing the poor little things over the fence onto my property because they think I throw them onto theirs in the first place. I don’t!!
Mr. Nasty drives his big frigging farm tractor with a blade on it to cut his grass. There’s barely enough room in his backyard to turn the thing around. It’s packed full of big huge farm equipment not to mention the other crap. We live in the freakin’ city, people! He is the culprit who hits these poor bunnies with that thing and doesn’t even realize it!
I would never, ever hurt a poor defenseless little animal. I cannot stand the sight of blood.
I know it’s rather unreal that I write mystery/suspense and people are dying all over the page, while in real life, I pass out at the sight of blood. And yes, I did.