"Thank you." Nica was clearly nervous and a little agitated. She was speaking quietly, too ... not whispering, but conspiratorial. "Okay ... so, supposedly, there's rabies goin' around. Vito took our dog to the vet and we heard about someone who killed a possum and it tried to attack him after it was already dead. Well ... we got the possum and took it to the college and this doctor lady wasn't able to test it and said we should try to catch a live one, and we tried and this guy, Stu somebody, came out of the woods and he'd been bitten and he kind of tried to attack us." She paused long enough to take a breath. "And then, it got kind of crazy. And not in a good way."