Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Wascawy Wabbit

I am traumatized.

Terribly, deeply traumatized. 

Also, my hands smell like alcohol, and not the fun kind.

Anyway, this morning, I was out in the yard with Margaret, and she was wandering around, picking things up and bringing them to me.  You know, sticks, leaves, rocks, etc.

So I was videoing her.

Guess what she brought me?

A RABBIT EYE.

Puck had dismembered a rabbit, and Margaret brought me a piece of it.

Ugh.

We are still washing our hands.

And Margaret has been sanitized beyond sense and reason.

Ugh.

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