My yardboys gifted me with a freshly dead treerat. The mighty hunter (Copernicus or Cuss-cuss) got a bite on his left ear for all of his work and I've been having to take care of that.
It was indeed dead because I bagged it right after this and disposed of it. That is a size 10 womens or 8d mens size shoe partly in the picture. (no Paul F. I didn't stew it-either the treerat or the shoe)