The other day, the Moochinator left some, er, rat parts on the back stoop as an offering. I double-plastic-grocery bagged my hand and picked up the remains, and tied up the baggies and hung them on the fence next to our trash can–with the intention of putting the remains in the next bag of trash we brought out.
Today, after getting back from painting Paula’s classroom (a subject for another post later), I sent K out with the trash and told him, “Put that bag out there on the fence into this load.”
“Uh…I would, but it’s empty,” he reported.
Ewwww. So that means that something climbed into the bag, and either made off with the remains of a fallen comrade for proper burial…or….ewwwww.