I seem to have a knack for coming across suffering animals and do my best to put them out of their misery.
Had to shoot a rabid dog. Dispatched more than a few suffering large animals on the farm. A chipmunk fell out of a tree in college once and broke its back... I killed it with a fire extinguisher to the head. On my way to work once (at night) I drove by a rabbit that had been half run over... Having nothing heavy I used a pen knife to slit its throat.
Well this last one took the cake. There I was in my own headlights crying over this poor little rabbit.
Later that year it got back to me that one of my coworkers had driven past and seen me, and had thought all this time that I had a VERY dark and psychotic side, killing and skinning rabbits in the street.
She was very relieved when I explained the facts.