It was another crazy day in the neighborhood between the power company's helicopter hovering around my house just barely above the tops of the power poles for about half an hour, and the well repairman getting called back out to the house next door by the buyer, because it was still having problems, and more home buyers stopping by to watch Rock and Bombay play in my backyard. I'm telling you, I should charge admission for the shows those boys put on. Someone driving past almost always pulls over and gets out to watch.
Stop scrolling now if you don't want to see something gross. This is all that's left of that rattlesnake that died trying to get under my tack room...
|Bone and shredded stuff|