My Grandma Koenig was the sweetest lady I've ever known. She was active in her church, involved in charities, taught illiterate adults to read, etc. Absolutely a beautiful human being.
But turn her loose in a pen full of chickens and she would make Charles Manson look like Ghandi. She'd put those chicken's necks under a stick, stand on it, yank on the feet, and the head would go flying. It was absolute carnage every year when it was time to butcher chickens. Blood everywhere, the ground was littered with chicken heads gasping for air as their eyes glazed over, wondering why this wonderful woman who had fed and cared for them all these months had suddenly turned on them.
That's the first thing I thought of when I watched this video.
