Barkley was acting weird this morning when I went out to start some laundry. I realized she had a hummingbird that she was playing with. And it wasn't dead. But it was obviously not in any condition to survive. So I put it out of its misery by stepping on it like it a was giant bug (stuff squirted out and everything) and then scooted it away from Barkley since I didn't know it was as diseased as many birds generally are.
I'm going to be sick.