I liberated a farm raised rabbit IVO Baghdad Iraq one hot summer day in 2003. That damned thing squeeled like mad. My ears were ringing afterwards. Since I had to stretch my arm out a good ways to snag it from the rear of it's cage all I could grab was it's ears. Once I pulled it from the cage I used my other hand to grip it by the neck and silenced it. I'm glad I was wearing tough leather gloves used for handling concertina wire. It was kicking and scratching me like mad until it ran out of oxygen. My friends and I cooked it over an open fire. We ate like kings that night. Fresh meat was a delicacy after eating MREs for weeks on end.
