Phoenix Wusses

The night before we left for Texas Camp, I spent the night as Snoozy's house since we were leaving together. Her cat, Fluffy insistently meowed throughout the night. I found out why the next morning. When dawn broke, I discovered one mousie corpse on the floor at the foot of my bed. Snoozy came over and inspected the dead creature, etched chalk lines around it and all. "Musta been screaming, because its mouth is open," she said. Being extremely girly and reluctant to deal with dead stuff, how did we dispose of the body? Well, since the backhoe wasn't available, we came up with this solution:












P.S. for all of you nightgown activists, Snoozy said it would be fine to blog this