Our childhood d*g, a daschund, was forever trying to catch a toad
which lived on our side yard. The d*g lived in the fenced back yard,
and didn't have access to the side yard. But, every so often the toad
would crawl under the fence, and the d*g would go into "hunt mode". He
actually bit off one of the toad's front legs, so it was easily
identifiable. We could always tell when he had a toad encounter, since
he'd be foaming at the mouth, and would go toad hunting to carry the
toad back to safety.

Anyway, the dumb d*g never learned. Actually, this was one of the
smarter d*gs I've ever had, but certainly not when he went into "hunt"
mode. Neither did the toad who kept crawling under the fence, despite
our carrying it back to the side yard.

OTOH, Sammy is by no means an expert hunter. Last summer she gave the
grasshoppers and butterflies a workout. I happened to be watching when
she napped a bee and pinned it to the ground, then teleported
backwards about three feet. After that one time, when a bee came into
the flower garden Sammy backed out and laid on the sidewalk watching
until it was safe to hunt her regular bug-prey.