My father was unbelievably sadistic with rodents (in fact, all animals).

For raccoons causing damage outside, he would mix ground beef with ground glass and leave a pile where the nuisance was happening. The next day he'd get me to follow the blood trail to the corpse and bury it. I did. One time the raccoon's babies dug it up, looking for their mommy. I'm still scarred from that.

So then I get my father a "Have-a-Hart" cage when we had squirrels in the attic. He could then live trap them. Which he did, then informed me the cage was the perfect size for drowning them in the utility sink and chucking them in the garbage.

This is the same guy who would get unwanted kittens from local farms and use them for musky bait.

And people wonder why I'm bitter.

credit to someone funnier than me, can't think of who