Last night I dreamt that a big, dark fox came leaping at my throat.I managed to wrestle it down, muzzling it with my bare hand. I stuffed it into a box, shrinking it to about the size of a big rat. I couldn't find a sharp knife, so I had to wrap it up in a napkin and step on it's head until there was nothing but a hairless, headless, brown body, more ratlike than ever. I opened the box, and what was left of the fox wouldn't stop attacking me. I woke up with a jolt, nauseated and squealing. Despite my - almost more than - healthy interest in the anatomy of the animals we eat, I guess gutting that freshly shot, human sized boar last week made an impression after all.