My brother and I have officially dubbed March 15, 2009 as "The March 15th Massacre". Although it wasn't really a massacre, there was definitely blood shed.
We came home late this afternoon after a family outing and came home to this:
They completely ripped apart a poor squirrel. That piece of intestine, or whatever it is, got three feet up the wall. We're assuming they just went buck. I thought it was funny, mostly because I thought they got in a brawl with a coyote, so I was releived. This isn't the first time they've caught a squirrel, but it's the first time it has been this brutal.