Turns out it was Wilbur and his trusty sidekick Arvin. They were caught in a sticky trap I put down 6 weeks ago. Nice that I didn't have to start to move furniture. My ankle is in no mood for that sort of activity. Bruce is seeing to the cremation. (Okay... that's it. You're done. I'm pulling the plug. Step away from the keyboard.) I WILL if you stop talking! Sheesh.