I awoke from my nap today as my wife was just getting home from shopping. She was in tears and holding a bloody, 8-inch butcher knife. My genitalia obviously being intact (and no reason not to be) I was obviously curious as to the preceding events and wether or not I needed to load up the AR15 and prepare for a standoff. She had come across a badly injured racoon on the road crawling around and screaming so she dispatched it with a couple of stabs to the heart area. Pretty ballsy with an injured coon if you ask me. She hunts with me sometimes (fishes a lot) and never has a problem killing, and she'll butcher anything I manage to kill and bring home, but we both have difficulty killing something that is in pain and suffering like this. I've always assumed the responsibility myself though, this was her first in the 12 or so years we've been together. Just thought I'd share.