When you wanted to go out for a walk in the fresh air, you almost tripped over a box. Looking at her in disbelief, she moved a little. You cautiously opened the boxes and were notified that one bright red eye was glaring at you. This little incarnation of hate growled in displeasure and huddled into a corner. When you wanted to pick him up, he bit you sharply, leaving a mark on your finger. What will you do with this little creature?