May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...
I may or may not have had a stench in my car for a week. I have been looking for the whole week trying to identify the horrid smell. Today I finally found the source, wedged behind a carseat. Behold! A bag of what used to be cucumbers, carrots and broccoli.
I may or may not have given my littlest little the responsibility of feeding his beta fish. I may or may not have walked into his bathroom where the fish resides to find that instead of the 3 pieces of food for fishy's meal, he received 200 pieces of fish food. The little did try to solve his problem. He pulled out the fish net and started retrieving the food out and dumping it in the sink. Apparently he got overwhelmed or just decided he was finished cleaning up and left it. Whoa, did it smell in there. I first walked in and wondered if the fish could still breathe with all the food in his tank. My rescue mission was a success. Rescuing the fish and rescuing my bathroom from the stench.
I may or may not have thought that the giant mouse behind the trash can was the cutest sick mouse I have ever seen. I may have thought it just sad & pitiful that it hopped on the shovel to be killed willingly. I may have informed my mom of just all that, only to learn that it was a baby rat and that it wasn't willing, my dad was holding a rake on top of it to keep it on the shovel. For the sake of the boys, he took it out to the giant sequoia tree that borders their yard and the golf course to kill it.
The next day a golfer was looking for his ball that he hit in the giant sequoia. Dad has cut out a bunch of branches on their side of the yard so golfers can access their balls. We were sitting on the back deck and saw a ball and I called out for him to come around and get the ball. Dad said to me that the ball is in about the same spot as the dead rat. The golfer came from out of the tree looking slightly green and said it wasn't his ball, but he knew why the ball was left there. The dead baby rat. And while I feel slightly responsible for the unpleasant encounter, we sure had a great belly laugh over it all!
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Disgusting. And my hands smelled like the putrid food just from holding the bag.
I may or may not have given my littlest little the responsibility of feeding his beta fish. I may or may not have walked into his bathroom where the fish resides to find that instead of the 3 pieces of food for fishy's meal, he received 200 pieces of fish food. The little did try to solve his problem. He pulled out the fish net and started retrieving the food out and dumping it in the sink. Apparently he got overwhelmed or just decided he was finished cleaning up and left it. Whoa, did it smell in there. I first walked in and wondered if the fish could still breathe with all the food in his tank. My rescue mission was a success. Rescuing the fish and rescuing my bathroom from the stench.
I may or may not have thought that the giant mouse behind the trash can was the cutest sick mouse I have ever seen. I may have thought it just sad & pitiful that it hopped on the shovel to be killed willingly. I may have informed my mom of just all that, only to learn that it was a baby rat and that it wasn't willing, my dad was holding a rake on top of it to keep it on the shovel. For the sake of the boys, he took it out to the giant sequoia tree that borders their yard and the golf course to kill it.
The next day a golfer was looking for his ball that he hit in the giant sequoia. Dad has cut out a bunch of branches on their side of the yard so golfers can access their balls. We were sitting on the back deck and saw a ball and I called out for him to come around and get the ball. Dad said to me that the ball is in about the same spot as the dead rat. The golfer came from out of the tree looking slightly green and said it wasn't his ball, but he knew why the ball was left there. The dead baby rat. And while I feel slightly responsible for the unpleasant encounter, we sure had a great belly laugh over it all!
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