reminds me of those squirrels back home that cross the electrical lines and you hear this loud BANG...and the lights go out all over the street...toasted squirrel...and my dogs would run to see if they could be the first to find the body so they could carry it around until I grabbed it from them..

Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,the good fortune to run into the ones I do,and the eyesight to tell the difference.