Our very own yard monster met it's doom this weekend:

Poor thing didn't stand a chance against the archery of Rowan the Magnificent

and the dramatic sword prowess of SamBenZamgee-stand back, y'all-I didn't and got a seriously painful swordwhallop on my camera holding wrist(ow, ow, ow, an actual dent in your flesh can't be a good sign, can it?). Acht, war wounds, right?

After the coup de grace,

The poor beastie was literally ripped to shreds... My mom found his paw the next day, somewhere in the garden.