"Oh, I guess you didn't notice that I just chopped the heads off my dinner," she said. "Oh, and two days ago...I think it was two days ago. A rabid dog was trying to get into my damn yard, so I had to bash it to hell. So that's where the majority of the blood came from." She held up her own knife, a transparent one that glinted in the fading light, and started to gut the squirrel. "Put that thing away. I'm trying to cook."