A few years ago, I was walking from my car to my house when a small, black, unidentifiable object darted out of a bush straight at me. My first reaction was to scream and kick as hard as a can. My foot connected and it gave out a screech when it was sent flying. I realized it was a baby bunny when it landed on the ground and it just took off running for its dear life. I felt like a shit human being for punting a baby, but my instincts were telling me I was in danger.

Another incident occurred a few days ago. My dad spotted a small mouse scurrying behind our television. He took one side and motioned for me to take the other, to trap and capture the mouse. I took my position, looking around wires to spot the mouse when it sprang out and charged at me. I jumped away, screaming for my life while it ran passed me to escape into another room. My dad just looked at me and said nothing.