This all reminds me of a song I heard when I was a child. Part of it went
"Squirrels too are very cute as they go up a tree
but with my trusty rifle, they can't excape from me."
It was sung by someone called Sodomite Sam or something like that. However, I recall that he loaded his gun with gumdrops. Maybe that is the peaceful compromise. The hunter still has the satisfaction of blasting at them, while the varmints satisfy their sweet tooth without breaking into parcels.