I was calmly walking to the laundry room (by which I mean junk-filled garage, naturally) to be responsible and do the laundry (typically the husband's responsibility, duh) and found this horrifying creature. DEAD. Bugs crawling out of its eyes.
Naturally, I had to take a picture and then avoid its general vicinity for several hours until I got over it and just ignored the thing while I finished what I started - the white load. The creepiest part of this whole situation wasn't just that I found it, but that the next day, it was gone. Kind of makes me sick to my stomach, actually. Gross. Sorry.
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You mean you didn't capture it and use it in some gourmet meal?
I volunteer my husband to take care of any rodent/bug/dead amphibious animal problems you may have while Glennard is away. Seriously. You have his number.
Would a dead bird have been better?
Hahahahahaha. That made me laugh. Grose is right. What ELSE is living in your garage????
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