Vivisection I think I'm broadly in favour of vivisection. Cutting animals open to implant electrodes in their brains, or squirting large quantities of industrial strength solvents into their eyes / ears / other orifices, yes, that seems fine to me. Specifically that is if it is practised against cats, and against those those two cats that are starting to make a habit of hanging around my bird table. I'm not fattening the sparrows up just so the lazy, violent, kill for fun housepets of the area can snaffle them up as a savoury to follow their meaty chunks in real jelly and bloody kittie milk. I warn you, you touch that Robin and there's going to be a reckoning. That goes for the squirrel as well, you're just vermin mate, so I'm allowed to commit acts of violence upon you. I could really hate our resident squirrel, he sits on the bird table stuffng his fat little cheeks with my RSPB approved bird seed, at my expense. He doesn't move when I bang on the window beacuse the clever little sod knows he can jump over the edge of the patio before I make it to the front door. I nearly had him yesterday with a spear improvised from the pole of an umbrella, with a primal scream I launched my missile, it flew through the air, missed the vermin by a good three feet and buried itself into the depths of the ornamental hedge. The squirrel jumped up and twittered "Chik tik tik rik tik nik bik," which is probably squirrel for "Ha, missed me by a yard ya muppet." This isn't the end though squirrel, oh no, this isn't the end......