I will never--EVER!--get used to finding leftover chipmunk bits scattered across my farm. My soul is inherently against this statement becoming commonplace: Watch where you sit! There might be a chipmunk tail and severed hand on your seat.
That is just not okay.
It's like a bad horror movie . . . any second now a derranged, cross-eyed cat is going to jump out from behind a tree with a chainsaw and an evil laugh.
And people wonder why I am scared to walk our dogs at night.