Today we cleaned the garden shed. The former owner left it and the garage chock full of crap. I avoided anything that might be harboring rodent life or feline dead. I moved large pieces of furniture and swept. Paul dealt with anything mysterious. Do you think he uncovered anything scary?
Backing up I stepped on something that crunched. When I looked down I saw a little dried mouse lying on its back, paws in the air. Because it was not squishy I managed not to freak, but come on! It wouldn’t be the giant man with size 14 feet and no fear who steps on the last nastiness the shed had to offer…
Tomorrow we are tackling the garage. Yippee!