Um, ew.

This morning, when I walked into the office, there was a bloody squirrel tail and some little squirrel feet hanging out in the yard by the walkway. Not sure where the rest of Mr. Squirrel ended up, but I have a suspicious feeling about the German Shepherd next door. Anyway, it was gross. Apparently we squealed and carried on about it enough that a maintenance man just came into the yard, threw a half-amused, half annoyed glance at the front door, and chunked the squirrel parts into a trash bag. With his bare hands. I kind of want to find him a rabies shot.