Sigh...

I live in the Valley of the Pussies.
First off, they whine and cry because some mean, nasty coyotes are attacking their dogs. "The city has to do something!"
So, in comes the hunter, who shoots the coyote, then kills it in front of them, instead of taking it to a "remote" location and then killing it. Oh, the horror! Pest control isn't pretty. If you can't take it, then maybe you shouldn't live out on the edge of town!
Man up you frigging pansies. People used to take care of this kind of crap themselves (and still do, in other states), not expect the gummint to do everything for them, all nice and sanitary-like.
Looks like the pussies won. The hunter got suspended from working for the city.
Crybabies.