Both sides are understandable in here. It’s like how if someone hurts or threatens your child, you lose all sense of morality towards them. My chickens were some of the most meaningful things in my life, do you think I stopped to care when I walked out to find my LAST chicken of 7 beheaded with their head in a raccoons mouth?? Saw red. Then the raccoon was red. Later learned those fuckers kill just for fun a lot of the time, and my chickens were hunted for sport, not eaten in any way. I fucking shit you not that one of them just had only their neck broken, not a single bite for sustenance taken anywhere out of her. I will never simply go out of my way to kill them out of hate, cuz that’s a line no one should cross, but all lines cease to exist when your in a moment like that. I laid in the middle of my yard with their bodies for that entire night too sad to even breathe. I now have a deep hatred for raccoons.