[Ugh, fuck. Dilemma. On one hand, they're animals and you shouldn't kill them. But at the same time...]

Out of sight, out of mind. I don't want you wearing them. I don't want to see them ever again. If you show me a dead rodent because you're so proud of what you did, I will have to revoke your smelling me privileges for awhile. You will miss my cherry smells and it will suck.

Seriously, I really don't need dead baby animals shoved into my face.