Aww, you shouldn't have!

Yuki brought us a present this morning, in the form of a dead mole on the doormat. Ewww! I suppose I should be grateful that it was not a half of a mole. Little Turtle was rather fascinated by it; she stroked & prodded it gently with a stick. She named it George (as in "IwilllovehimandhughimandsqueezehimandcallhimGeorge"). She wanted to have a funeral for him. Now, I like critters, and have even had triple-wrapped cryogenic hamsters in the freezer, but I draw the line at pets. I picked it up with a big wad of paper towels, said "Goodbye George, it was like we hardly knew you! RIP!" and flung it out into the woods. Amen.

I did not take pictures. Heh.