Chip or Dale?
This isn't the update that I had been preparing after being away for so long, but this is just too gruesome not to share. I know what you're thinking - "I don't want to hear about something gruesome." Well, neither did I, but I somehow got thrust into the situation with little warning. So I'm bringing you down with me. So sorry!
This afternoon, as I was sitting at my kitchen table having a small after work snack, the Monkey was outside playing in this beautiful weather. I had the back door slightly open, so he could come in and see that I was still there, and then trot right back outside.
After doing this a few times, and running through the woods in search of all the little critters, he suddenly stood quietly on the back porch. Right in my line of sight.
Then he started s-l-o-w-l-y tip toeing (yes, he tip-toes) across the porch. He crouched down like a little lion and continued tip-toeing across the deck (think baby Simba in the Lion King, when he's trying to pounce ZaZou). I didn't think anything of it, because he frequently tip toes around outside when he smells something out of sorts.
So there I am, enjoying my snack, trying to think of all of the things I need to do this weekend, and all of the sudden there is this HUGE commotion. Suddenly I heard Lilly, the YorkiPoo next door freaking out. Then there were what sounded like 8 scurrying paws hurriedly racing across the back porch.
"OH MY GOSH," I thought. I jumped up to peer out the door. Terrified that I was going to see cute little Lilly in my Monkey's mouth. My mind went a million miles a minute. "How was I going to explain this to the neighbors?" "Will they take their treadmill back? We really love that thing" "Oh gosh, Little Hannah, Lilly's 7 year old owner...how will I explain to her?" I was fearing the worst.
Fortunately, Lilly was just cheering on the Monkey. Trying to help from a distance I guess. Help with what, you ask?
This....
It's gruesome, I know. I'm sorry. I hope you weren't eating.
This is what greeted me when I walked out the door. Except the first thing I saw was this little guy trying to get out of Monkey's mouth. He was not successful.
After snapping a few photos - I couldn't not share this delite with you! - and poking him with a broom a few times to make sure he was really dead, I managed to scoop the little guy up into a trash bag and tied it up good. After throwing it away, (in the big outside trash can) I proceeded to wash my hands in scalding hot water - I'm surprised I don't have 2nd degree burns it was so hot. I washed them like 5 times, singing the alphabet and the Auburn fight song over and over to make sure I got all the germs off.
Monkey has been banished to the outdoors for a while - he's not happy - and I think I'll go shower now. Where is my sweet husband, to take care of this? At class. So that is why I had to handle it. I couldn't just leave that little guy to rot on the back porch. I didn't need more critters joining us for dinner.
I hope your Friday night was better than mine!!
More updates to come...I promise!!! And hopefully they won't be as gruesome. But no promises!
