I got home tonight and parked the car and saw, under teh back of the car parked ahead of me, a squirming squirrel.
The poor critter had obviously been damaged; one rear leg wouldn't work and it was trying to scurry away but couldn't stand up, roll over, or anything, and so was spinning itself in a circle while lying on its side. I checked it out and it didn't look like there was any chance for improvement. I checked with Husband about methods of dispatchment, and he suggested a shovel.
So I got a shovel and rake, scooped up the poor thing, put it on the ground, held it still with the rake, and slammed down the shovel to break its neck. It took a couple of tries, but I managed to dispatch it pretty quickly and then I scooped it into the trash out back.
It seems the most normal thing to me, and yet I know it's utterly foreign to most of the folks I live near up here.
The only sad part is that, since I wasn't sure what happened to it, I couldn't be sure it wasn't ill and so couldn't bring it in for dinner.
Also, I'm SO enjoying SJA. I'm watching "Whatever Happened to Sarah Jane?" and enjoying it so far.