Wow, yesterday morning I was waiting for Tom to show up to help me fix my furnace. Apparently the stupid pilot light wont start, pain in the ass. He was suppose to show up at 12 noon and I had 15 minutes to spare so it was time for an espresso. I slowly sipped it and was enjoying my back yard, when the doorbell rang. It was Tom, my not so handy HANDYMAN. I went and opened the door, and there stood Tom, his glare fixed on something on my front porch. I asked him what the problem was, when he slowly lifted his arm, pointing his finger to the floor, and he said. It looks like you had a hawk eating his dinner on your front porch. Quickly glancing over to where he was pointing. I saw what looked like a totally gutted rabbit. It had been skinned alive and only some parts remained, to make us aware of what it once had been. I post these disturbing pictures so that you can see how awful it was, and although I was going to leave it for my wife to clean up, I quickly realized that she would of skinned me also. If you notice it also looks like the rabbit may of been with child. Well I don't know if this was a bad Omen for me, but Tom told me he couldn't fix the furnace. Ain't life a bitch.