We have a pretty lush backyard, with leafy trees and green plants. The previous owners planted a lot of flowering things, and we’re just amazed at what blooms. I had convinced myself that I was tending a nice place for animals. Today I found a board I placed over a window well left enough room for a baby rabbit to crawl in a die, trapped and alone. I hate myself and feel like a monster. I want to share this with my best friend (and spouse) but I can’t make her listen to a story of dead creatures and suffering. I am awful.