Of course, none of those seemed to apply late this morning as I was attempting to herd five children outside. (We were babysitting.) I opened up our back door and three of the kids stampeded outside, leaving just Katie to scoop up and another little girl who needed help with her sandals. Our backyard is pretty boring and rather than deal with the hassle of putting on a pair of shoes I figured I'd just barefoot it. Since it's supposed to be in the 90's today, I was even consciously looking forward to feeling the warm grass on my toes.
With one last tug on a tiny sandal buckle, I turned around and stepped out of the house backwards so I could help guide our little visitor out the door. And instead of landing on toasty planks of patio wood how I expected, something went
A mouse. A warm, dead, fuzzy, ant-covered, already decomposing-in-the-heat, mouse. A mouse that popped and started oozing something green.
After a little hollaring at the kids to stay away (as soon as I squealed they all came running and at least one sandal-clad foot accidentally further-flattened our unfortunate rodent corpse) and a quick run to the garage for a shovel, the sad little critter (well...what was left...it kind of fell apart a little in transit...) was laid to rest in one of our bushes.
I think our day can only go up from here. :)