The best can be hard to spot. They don’t look all that different from the ones that are really dead—just as dead as they could get. All bloody and gory, with bones sticking out, and eyes drooling out of sockets, and squat like that. Maximum slimy and definitely yarfland. The best ones might be just as mashed and mutilated, but there’s a difference. What Minx calls the "subtle radiance of life" still lingers. Like an aura. Very subtle. Seeing that faint radiance against the bright reddish haze of daylight isn’t easy. Fortunately, they work the night shift. The faint reddish glow of life stands out pretty plainly against the dull, brooding, reddish haze of night.