Uh, guys? Remember when I said I’d be okay, unless I saw a real live dead mouse?? I think I just have…

Muerto mouse??
Obviously, he died from eating so much he burst. Mama always told me that would happen and I never believed her.
Lesson learned: The Mama is always right!!
OR: maybe he died of fright from all the mess??? Naaaah, that can’t be it! Where did the saying “rat’s nest” come from, if they’re scared of a little lotta dirt??
What do you think???
On second thought, does it look more like bitty baby bunny bones???

Muerto mouse?? or bitty baby bunny bones???
I know, I know, the whole hall corner right there is filthy, and needs a clean sweep. Didja miss the “Slob” part of my name???
Oh my word, quit nagging, will ya??
“What?? I didn’t say a word!”
I can hear ya nagging, by your look.
eye roll
Fine….. (or not).
I’ll do it. Sheesh.

Animal free zone!! Yes, uh huh, I did too sweep! Twice! Can I help it if the dust is so old, it’s melded into the wood?? (Well, yeah, I guess technically, I could have helped it….)
RIP, poor mouse, or bunny, or whatever you are were. { Just don’t expect a memorial, ain’t happenin.}