This sort of thing happens every single time I watch a nature show. Something cute shows up and within minutes it's snatched up by some bad-ass ambush predator. Every time I see a baby anything in a nature show the first thing I think is, "That baby's gonna get eaten."
Nature is brutal, man.
As for the poor "tosser," let it be known that I am well aware of the slang meaning of its name. Let it also be known that I picked that name because 1) it tossed people around with its face and 2) my fiancee really likes the band called The Tossers.
Let it also be known that she is not happy with me about today's comic. I may or may not have spent the night on the couch.
Engagement is brutal, man.
That's all from me for now.