…. not even a previously-dead one.
Today’s after-work agenda was a nap, and then the first mow of the season. (Two mowings behind the rest of our crazy neighbors.) I was wondering how I’d handle the dead squirrel that’s been by the oak tree since last fall, and when it was time to approach it with the Toro – I decided to just go over it. Zinnnng! It flew a good five feet, and as I was trying to recover from my jibblies, I thanked God once again that I am married to a farm boy.