My wife has been saying she's got a hit out on 'em, but when Sol had me ask the boss for permission, she chickened-out with excuses like "what if he wings it and it curls up and dies on the neighbor's porch?" and "what's he gonna do with the gut pile?".......so instead of filling a couple of my buddies tags, I'll get to spend eternity listening to her screaming about her roses and flowers getting mangled