The garage has gone to the cats. Isis keeps bringing me "presents". First was a baby frog that I was able to save and put back outside. When she had it she was making a scary meow/growl, I thought she was hurt, then I saw the little frog leg hanging out of her mouth. Just a few minutes ago she brought in a lizard. She dropped it in the kitchen and it ran under the fridge. Poor guy is doomed.