I suggested to her that she needs three things to get rid of the problem:
One twelve year old boy, one day, and one of those Benjamin you-gotta-pump-it-up pellet guns. No more problem. I figure she could just throw the carcasses in the lake where the gators, catfish, and turtles would eat them.
But you know how wimmen are. She accused me of problem solving rather than listening to her problem and empathising with her. :