Jason is completely obsessed with shooting all of the prairie dogs on our property. They are eating our garden, and they are dirty and disease-ridden. So every night when Jason gets home, he watches me closely saying things like, “Is there anything else that I can do to help you, Babe?” Until finally I say, “Okay, just go!” Then he skips out the door with his gun.
I think that he would really love hunting if he could find the time and we could learn to like deer meat.