New facet in the chipmunk game!

This morning, I got out of the shower and stepped over Maggie on my way into the bedroom. She was playing with what I assumed was a toy.

You know where this is going, right?

I mean, jeeeeez. At this point, I should always just START OUT with the assumption that whatever they're doing is nefarious.

Anyway, so... yes. Another chipmunk.

But it wasn't moving, it looked like it'd been chomped, and one of its poor little legs was sticking straight up in the air. So I assumed that it was dead, and that I could, you know, actually get dressed before dealing with it.

THIS IS ANOTHER MISTAKE I KEEP MAKING.

THEY ARE NEVER DEAD THE FIRST TIME.

So, the second I turn around to, you know, PUT SOME FREAKING PANTS ON, I hear a run of chip-chip-chips and a whole lot of scrambling.

Next thing I know, Janedog and both of the cats are on the prowl.

Ten minutes later, I walked into the kitchen (Fully dressed: Hooray!) to find all three culprits lying in a circle, surrounding the now-eviscerated chipmunk.

There were intestines.

It was gross.

The body was placed in the bonfire pile, which we're planning on torching tonight.

At this point, there are so many dead rodents in it that I won't be surprised if our neighbors assume that we're having a barbeque.