I’m keeping an eye out for it. We first saw it on our way out to dinner. And I didn’t see it when we came back about an hour later. Hopefully mama found it and got it home. It was barely bigger than a softball. I already know of a rehabber collective that I will call if I do see it again.
I’m sorry, I don’t agree with other posters: you should’ve shot it with an entirely different implement.
You’re in Aww, are you lost? Do I need to trap you and hand you over to the rehabbers too?
Advocating for animal cruelty is a definite bruh moment.
Shh.