When I went outside this morning, I found this next to the back door step. It has puncture holes around it's neck. Hank was locked in the house and Cash would have done a lot more damage to it, I'm sure...so that leaves Nigel, my trusty outside-kitty! This makes number TWO (that I know of!) I'm so glad he got it before it got my chickens! The dogs checking it out.... Hank sniffing it--and boy it is stinky! I've never smelled one before...but they must have a musk?