We noticed a "funky" smell in the basement last night. We couldn't figure what the heck it was? Thank god we have this guy's nose to help us out.
Because he led us directly to the source...
It's a mole or vole or some distant relative. He was stiff...right next to my holiday ribbon. Some nerve.
But the husbo came to the rescue.
He used a random piece of cardboard to scoop it up. My hero.
Then it was my turn to clean up the stinky "deposits" this thing left behind. Emmit was thoroughly intrigued by the shenanigans taking place.
Don't be jealous of my orange rubber gloves.
It was pretty gross.
The adventures in the 'burbs are unpredictable!
PS-I know I still owe you guys a recap of the "2 Blondes and a Truck" road trip. Promise to post that soon!