Squishy Sundays
Because we went to bed early last nite and didnt go out for a change, I woke up with much (ok well 1/2) vim & vigor, and went about feeding the animals. We've had a llittle house mouse for a little while now, which doesnt bother us alot much at all - if he could keep away from the cats and not bother us, more power to him. Well I guess last nite he couldnt quite keep away from the cats, for as I bounded round the table to go to the frogs' tank and feed them I stepped hard on something - thinking it was a dog toy - I sort of scooted it aside and looked down and yup I stepped squarely on the dead (yeah im sure it already was) mouse's stomach and squished it. -- Let the vomiting begin!