That's what I get for making fun of the French. Last night Boris killed another possum. This was a much quieter affair than his hysterics when confronted with the first. Apparently he's getting better at this killing thing. Additionally, when I went outside to find out why he wasn't coming in, he abandoned the carcass immediately and went inside. I assume that's some kind of acknowledgement that the Dominant One has come to claim the prize. Or just random weird Boris behavior.

He managed to gnaw on this one a little, but my initial impression in the dark that he'd torn it in half was just an illusion. It's probably more a toy than a snack to him. Just a bit earlier I had seen him cavorting about, snapping at the air, and I assumed he was chasing a bug. Now I think he was probably tossing the possum around and it was too dark for me to see. After I put the body in a garbage bag and put it by the side of the house for the county vermin control folks to pick up, I let the dogs back outside. They spent many minutes sniffing furiously around the scene of the crime. I believe Vinnie was quite impressed with Boris.