I was on the phone, walking through the kitchen and saw something odd on top of the Purina Cat Chow. I knew better than to look too close so I just walked away. After I hung up the phone, I contemplated my next step.
Ordinarily I would pretend like I didn’t see it and wait for Husband to get home, but that could be a while and I didn’t want to have to separate the Kitty from her kill.
Beside, I had just bragged to a friend that small dead animals didn’t scare me. She had a rodent of unknown origin in her basement–probably as a result of all the recent flooding. According to her, it had long tail, a large head and was putrid. Her first attempt at removal was unsuccessful, despite the fact that she wore dark glasses so that she really couldn’t see it. She just couldn’t bring herself to get close enough to touch it, even with gloves.
Plan B involved her large, but admittedly less-than-brave dog. She thought the dog would pick up the rodent and carry it outside. The dog thought differently.
I told her I would come do it. All it would take was a shovel and a receptacle and the rodent would be gone.
But my brave friend did it herself and I am proud of her for it.
So that’s why I had to suck it up and get the bunny out of the house. I slid the bowl onto a dust pan and took it outside. The bunny was unceremoniously dropped in some brush under a tree. With a little cat chow stuck to its innards.
Last year, I was able to save the bunny. This time, the cat won.
So, I’m really not afraid of small dead mammals.
However, even the thought of a snake makes me nervous and shakey. Whenever I get out of bed at night to go to the bathroom, this is my prayer:
Please God, don’t let me step on a snake. Please God, don’t let me step on snake.
I don’t care if I’m in a Manhattan high rise, a retreat house in England or a ship in the middle of the ocean. My first thought when my feet hit the floor is of snakes.
Not that I’ve ever actually stepped on one, but you never know what’s under the bed.