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November 29, 2007
The Yuck Factor
This morning, I thought I would try to be very quiet and put the dogs out via the front door and keep the lights off so John could sleep in a little. Not turning on the lights was my first mistake. My bare left foot stepped into a huge pile of squishy, yucky, cold and deep stuff. I believe I may have shrieked, because John was now up.
Not wanting to spread whatever it is I was ankle deep in around the living room carpet, I tried to hop on my other foot to at least get the damned dogs out the front door. Only there was more yucky cold, unidentified stuff, and now my right foot was covered with it.
I did get the dogs out by walking on the sides of my feet, leaving only a small trail of the stuff. I was pretty sure that it was some kind of critter vomit, because it did not smell like poop, thank God for small blessings. I got to the lamp and turned it on and an unbelievable amount of semi-digested dry dog and/or cat food was covering an area the size of Rhode Island on my living room carpet.
The sheer size of the mess pretty much discounted the cats, except for maybe Hal, who has a bit of a problem with his weight. It really had to be one of the dogs, and since Kiki sleeps on the foot of our bed all night long and never touches her paws to the cold floor until I'm out of bed, it had to be Gunner.
Well, it took nearly a roll of paper towels just to pick the gunk up, and I have yet to tackle the stain with Resolve, but I imagine that will take up a good part of the morning.
Oh, and would anyone like some fresh eggs? We don't eat as many as the girls are producing. It's not like I have a lot of eggs, but if anyone wants some, let me know - they are better, really!
Posted by Beth at November 29, 2007 6:19 AM
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yep, the fresh eggs are a lot better than the cold storage cackleberries. And no doubt healthier..the commercial hen fruit places put a lot of additives in the feed to make the eggs last longer and the shells less likely to crack during shipping. And, I have no doubt that those little red hens in the wire cages are pumped up with egg layin' steroids
Posted by: GUYK at November 29, 2007 7:01 AM
She shrieked.
I got up because I was concerned that either the new leather couch had been eviscerated, or we had a dead critter in the living room.
Of course, if the couch had been eviscerated it might not have been too long before there was a dead...
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at November 29, 2007 7:47 AM
Yuck indeed :-( Glad it was not feces though!
If we lived close enough, I'd buy those eggs of yours - the Hubster longs for the days he had fresh eggs every day. Personally, I don't know (yet) the difference, and am not that big of an egg eater.
Posted by: Barb at November 29, 2007 8:48 AM
Man 'gunner' he's shooting like a bad Exorcist movie.
Not that there was a good Exorcist movie.
The conceptual move from Vomite du Jour to Eggs Fresh and available was a little to rapid for me.
Posted by: Trias at November 29, 2007 8:55 AM
Seriously?
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. That was so friggin' funny. The Princess (#1) puked a couple of nights ago. All over hubby's side of the bed. I can so relate.
And y'all have my address. I expect to be seeing those eggs soon ;-p
Posted by: caltechgirl at November 29, 2007 10:11 AM