She had been smelling something all week.
She knew it was coming from under the porch.
She even left the access door wide open to disseminate the smell.
She didn't want to look.
She knew what she would find.
Finally, the timing was right. There were no more excuses. She pulled away the hay bale forming one side of the kitty nest under the porch to find........ANOTHER FREAKIN' DEAD RACCOON!!!
This one had had his belly ripped open by some other animal, but had started to mummify rather than putrefy like the former possum.
Is there a sign somewhere that all the dying animals see that points to my yard?
3 comments:
Poor thing. You don't have a neon sign out somewhere telling them where to come, do you?
I just HATE when Blooger posts twice! Sorry, Marilyn! I am going to delete one of them right now.
Hi, Marilyn! Hope all is well and you haven't floated away or been without that magical electricity.
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