In the end, there can be only one

To my wife’s considerable delight this morning*, Gabby went outside and bit the head off of a squirrel. (No squirrel-sized quickening was observed, so we can assume that this was a clerical error and the squirrel was not an immortal.) Alas, Gabby has been banished to the outer reaches** for the day for this.

I’ve gotta give her some squirrel-killing style points, though.

* not really – not even remotely, in fact
** …of the front yard