We cat owners get used to dealing with disembowelled, beheaded and otherwise mutilated corpses left as offerings by our cuddly pets.
In the UK we were often amazed how our arthritic cat, Mary, could not only capture a pigeon but drag it back through the cat flap before tearing the beast limb from limb to leave blood and gore all over the place. Mice too were a classical favourite.
Eduardo is much more agile than Mary and he obviously has different tastes. Yesterday we were greeted by two dead lizards and a large bird's egg. This morning it was a live, but tail less, lizard sitting, stunned, beneath our kitchen table.