Well my first instinct was "Jayyyyyyzus.. squish that thing". That lasted about a second before "If the cat eats that, that sting will go right thru their brain" and also "Where the hell are my gloves, I ain't touching that thing" and finally "Someone on OCuK whose dad kills things for a living will be able to identify that"
I reckon it was probably trying the screw out for size before coming back to shiv one of the cats with it.
I frequently have to retrieve lizards and mice to save them from being turned into an inside-out jigsaw puzzle on the front doormat.
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