The Ritter Troop

Chomp caught a rabbit, which we found half-eaten in the backyard. While looking for the other half I discovered he also caught a rat, of which half was left. His great hunting skills were probably aided by the fact that they completed the annual mowing of the field behind our home. So, small animals were probably fleeing for safety. Too bad they escaped from the metal jaws of death right into Chomp's jaws of death.

So

so

so

so

GROSS.

I hope nothing else is out there.

(Jim is the lucky one that gets to dispose of Chomp's catches.)