Huh. I was going to write a post about a dead squirrel in our yard, but I see I’ve already done that. Oh well, I’ll tell you another one.
I actually sat outside and read in the sunshine on Memorial Day. The weather was lovely – a little breezy, not too hot. Eventually I put down my book and took a stroll around the house, admiring all the plants that Brad has planted that have survived our neglect. Brad, you are a miracle worker.
Then I saw a dead squirrel and wigged out.
I ran inside for a camera and a Lloyd, because you never know when you’ll need post fodder. I took a picture of it. Warning: it has maggots on it.
I’m not kidding.
Maggots.
What is wrong with you?
Ok. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Bleh. I told Lloyd to take care of it, because I am the boss of him. He said “What do you want me to do?” I said, “Get a shovel or something and remove it from my sight.” I was thinking maybe a little grave, or in the compost pile or something.
He got a glove, picked it up, and threw it in Brad’s lovely peonies.
Brad, are you going to stand for that?