Today’s dead animal of the day is a beheaded mole/vole on the back porch. (I don’t think it has a head anyway). I HATE getting rid of these things of course (like anyone would like getting rid of 1/2-eaten animal bits?!).

The real a**-froster of all of this is that I’ve had my neighbor over, my dad, one sister, 3 window installation people <on 2 different days>, and the guy that cuts my lawn, and I have not asked ANY of them to remove it for me.

And even though GN, the dead animal whisperer, gave me a birthday cuepon* for “1 dead animal removal,” I’ve already told her there’s no way I’m cashing it in.

She spent 6+ hours on my *&^%’ing wireless connection and is always helping me with one thing or another. Nor will I ask my dad, who’s spent at least that long on my network connection, and who walks my dog as faithfully as my mail carrier delivers mail.

Instead, I’m sucking it up and ignoring it until I’m damn good and ready. And believe me, I’ve had corpses have remained in situ until they crumble into ashes. Although I just remembered I was going to clean the porch this w/end.

So I guess I can’t avoid it much longer. Plus, I really don’t want to step on another little mole/vole corpse–the last time almost became therapy issue #764,321.

*As you may be aware, I’m on a personal crusade to rid the world of pronouncing “coupon” <from the French “couper”, to cut> as “cuepon.” For my birthday my sister, a fellow crusader, gave me a box labeled “CUE-pon-o-rama” with coupons ranging from “laptop wireless setup” to “grocery shopping” to “Ted Drewes run.”