Whenever I have seen badgers, there has been blood. First, the father and son (I assumed) tore pieces from each other on my parents’ patio: we scared them off, and never saw them again, although we later heard them bashing each other’s brains against the garage door. Then, today, I saw a perfect corpse in daylight, having never seen a badger in this area. This thing and I have lived in mutual ignorance; and how many will not even see my body when it dies? This evening, the corpse had vanished: perhaps special people from the Council took it away.