My former neighbor Ralph bought a 'Hav-A-Hart' trap to
to catch the groundhog that dug a burrow under
his backyard deck. He wanted the little beast GONE.
And he wanted the trap so the thing would stay still
while he shot it in the head with a .38.
Which he did.
Ralph always was a little twisted.
My mother in law lived most of her life on the edge of an Ivy League University Campus.
She was in her 80s and hated those pesky squirrels. I noticed she caught one in her live trap and offered to take it to the farm to release it.
She rejected my idea.
Later, I found that she had a 5 gallon bucket of water in the basement where she would submerge the entire trap, drowning the squirrels.