Attack of the Darling Dozen

The proof, as they say, is in the pudding. Or in the photo above.

Like the horror movie where a child finds a seemingly harmless little creature and brings it home, only to have it disembowel everything in sight in the bloodiest fashion imaginable and go on to wreak havoc until dispatched by the forces of goodness and innocence (or a large nuclear weapon), outward appearances don't always accurately depict the monster lurking within.

Right now, at four weeks old, would be the time to prevent the holy terror that these bear-like little fluffballs will soon be capable of, since their teeth, while sharp, aren't able to penetrate much besides their mushy food. But all too soon their jaws will develop, those teeth will become razor sharp and they'll develop a craving for flesh. Human flesh.

Don't say I didn't warn you.