It may be nature but it isn’t funny at all. My cats would toy with bunnies and I ended up having to drown one that had been disemboweled. The cat wasn’t interested in eating it, just torturing it, as is a cat’s way to practice hunting. The screams from the tiny rabbit were just horrible.
I tried to get a neighbor’s dog to lay off a mole once, but it was impossible. The dog steamrolled me.
The cries from the mole broke my heart.
If you have to dispatch a rabbit the quickest most humane way is to thump it in the head.
As a general rule, people tend to either self-associate with the peaceful animals living their own lives peacefully and wanting to go their won way in peace, or the animals programmed to prey on the first type.
Personally, I sympathize with the first type of animal, to the point I would feel the same satisfaction smoking the predator I’d feel smoking some feral human victimizing innocent people. I see both as emotionally entirely analogous, and probably am extrapolating my own mentality into those situations.
And I’d argue both as nature taking its course, though in reality it is just deep psychological programming seeking some sort of rhetorical justification.
But I guess we are all programmed in our youth.