…and then this happens:

WARNING! THIS STORY IS NOT FILLED WITH PUFFY PINK CLOUDS AND UNICORNS, IF YA KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'.



So, it's too bad they had to kill the bobcat, but if it had rabies, it's probably better off this way (though, having never had rabies, I cannot say for sure). And, once they'd found out that people had been bitten, they'd have had to destroy the animal, anyway. But here's the real thing: what kind of fucking idiots are antagonizing a wild-ass animal with sharp sharp teeth and claws in a confined, enclosed space? These idiots deserve the rabies, if you ask me. Or, at the very least, the rabies shots. Do they still go straight to the abdomen? I sure fucking hope so, these hillbillies deserve it. I will say this: if you are a rabid bobcat looking to bite people, a bar is a good place to be. People will be drunk and think you are not a threat. And then… CHOMP!

MOLE'S LESSON OF THE DAY: When confronted with a wild and dangerous animal, try to refrain from pausing to take pictures of it. Not only will this be confusing and possibly enraging to said wild and dangerous animal, it also wastes valuable time that should be spent getting other people in between this animal and yourself.