I was outside this morning in the yard with the dog and went over to pull a few weeds by my walk. When I yanked a big one out, there was a dead mouse. Did you hear my screams?
At first I ran away. Then realization set in. If I don't dispose of it, the dog might get into it and it'll just stay on the walk and rot. I got my handy dandy pooper scooper and got it up and tossed it into the woods grimmacing. These are the moments that I hate.
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ReplyDeleteOnce in the midst of a baptism at which I was assisting, in our elegant church, during a brief hiatus while the children were being dressed in their white garments, I looked down and commented to Father on a dead leaf - Why can't the custodians do a bit better job of cleaning our litugical space? He leaned down to pick up the leaf and lept back three feet - it was a dead mouse! Lying right there at the foot of the font! I hope we were the only two that noticed!
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