Reminds me of when I was a kid...
Came home from school, alone in the house, let the two dogs out into the (fenced) yard. Moments later, much barking. I go out and see they have a Raccoon cornered. Looks to be about to get ugly, and my folks had warned about a possibly rabid raccoon being out in daylight.
I go inside and get my bow and my one/only arrow with a broadhead. I had never killed an animal at this point, but I buried the arrow in the offender.
Pulled out the ol' phone book, called the humane society who were indeed very interested. They came right out, took it and tested it.
Family came home that evening and I had a fun story to tell them, though I am not sure they really believed me until a few days later when the humane society called with the 'positive' results...