I have no problem with dead human bodies, nope, none at all. I do not, however, handle dead rodent bodies well. Today we took our no name kitty to the vet to get her de-wormed and checked over when we returned home Eric asked me if I'd seen the bloody dead mouse in the other part of our bedroom. GLADLY I hadn't. He told me it was a tiny mouse but then came upstairs to inform me it was merely a portion of a mouse. GROSS. We suspect Shakespeare was the culprit. He loves us and we have not been spending a lot of time with him lately because of the new kitty so we assume he was bringing us a present. Eric takes pictures of everything so here's the trophy, gore and all.