Something wicked this way comes.
Of course it may not have been a drive-by smash; it may have been a walk-by. Possibly my neighbor Tenshing happened to see the critter on his morning walk to school, and this carnage was the work of a quick heel in steel-reinforced boots.
Why do I think that? It was still twitching when I passed it on my way to the office.
^DO NOT WANT.