And by "kill", I mean give them my best "No trotters for a week" face.
Our fence fell. They bolted. They've been found and are in someone's backyard thinking they've had the time of their life. I'm on a train going as fast as I can home. They don't even get punished. They have to go to The Mothership until we get this sorted. Where's the punishment in that?
They need jail time.
We live close to a train station, so gated doors are a must. I've never seen problems, but they say that some people get off, break and enter, get on the next train. Meh. What can you do? We moved the gate from the back door to between the kitchen and the laundry room–the last room out. The boys have to go out when we have especially tasty meals. They're not impressed. This will change with the renovations, but until then, dinner time is jail time. Oh, and so is cat's dinner time. Why eat your own big bowl of goodies when a small dish of food for another species is available?
I will post with a map of their route as soon as I get there.
If they live.