My cat brought a lizard into the house by holding it in his mouth by his head. He then broke his tail in two different places and pinned the writhing thing down so he could chew on him. When the lizard finally escaped to hide under my roommates giant hockey gear bag said roommie grabbed the bag and dragged it across the floor, crushing the lizard and scraping his belly on our dirty tile. He then grabbed his hockey stick, lifted the bag, and sent the lizard out the door. The awful smack was rivaled only by the metal reverberation of the limp little body ricocheting off the screen door before landing hard on the concrete.

He laid on the concrete for a full minutes just breathing hard with his legs tucked up under him at odd angles before running off under a bush.

What a horrible day.