Uh. Well, it's no big deal. I mean, it's not like it's you're fault, or anything.

[Uncomfortable moment, broken by one of the critters squealing and starting to gnaw on the tree-branch part of the fencing. Todd looks over his shoulder and hurries over-- taking the phone with him-- to try and separate teeth from wood.]

Anyway. I meant the branches on top, not the meat. They keep tryin' to chew on the fence bits. So I'm not too worried about meat.