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I found a squirrel in the death position in the garage. My cat is a pretty good hunter. Anyway, I picked up the corpse to a few steps and holy Lazarus the thing came to life scaring the crap outta me. I dropped it and it crawled a few feet, obviously mortally wounded.
I had to put it out of its misery so I got a bucket of water and went behind the garage to finish it off. Carefully checking to make sure my one step below a PETA president wife and daughter are not watching, I go to work. I am holding it underwater with a rake when my 7 y/o rounds the corner.
I am frozen. She asks what I am doing and I reply that I am mixing some paint and she should go inside where it is safe.
I am soooo lucky she did not see me. I would have had some explaining to do and some tear wiping as well.
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