Elijah comes bursting through the back door today. "Mama! Mama! I got you something!" He's grinning from ear to ear. But that excited smile disappears when he hears Mama shriek, "Get it OUT! Take it out NOW!" I hold my hand to my chest and sink back onto the recliner. Elijah comes back in, whimpering--a little shocked and confused, and I think, a little hurt that I didn't like his present. Bless him. How was he to know Mama doesn't like.....
Dead, wet, flesh-exposed mice???