Imagine if you will.....
You're doing household chores.
In typical 'squirrel' fashion, you head toward the bedroom to put something away when you see the overflowing bin of plastic grocery sacks. You make a slight detour to begin putting said bags in the empty tissue boxes you save whenever the tissues run out. (This was a FABULOUS tip I received from my good friend Heather. Putting recycled grocery sacks into tissue boxes to toss in the car, camper, wherever. BRILLIANT!)
This is a simple task.
One that requires very little thought processes. Just grab a bag; shake it out; stuff it in the box.
Repeat until the box is full.
I actually had saved up several boxes so was hopeful I'd be able to deplete my bag stash.
As I monotonously went through this process bag after bag, I came across some that needed to just. be. tossed.
You know the ones - the handle was ripped while toting the groceries in.
The bagger at the store filled the bag WAY to full and the bottom exploded leaving a tube more than a bag.
Yeah, I chuckled wondering why these bags ever made it to the 'storage' space, but... it happens.
Then, I came across a bag -- a rather nice, thick bag that we had gotten when we were in California. The bags there were thicker, more sturdy. I had been saving and using them for more 'industrious' purposes.
These bags (there are only a few) are not kept in the boxes with the rest. They are 'special'. LOL!
As I started to shake out this particular bag to put it aside for it's one-day-more-important-purpose, I noted it was knotted at the top.
Unusal.
Upon further investigation, I also discovered a small 'bump' in it. What felt like a toy. Maybe the girls had used this bag to transport their toys for one of our car trips?
I needled away at the knot and untied the bag to retrieve the toy.
I pulled the handles apart and peered in.
Much to my surprise, I did NOT find a ball or small toy.
No indeed.
To my HORROR I gazed upon a small. dead. mouse.
Apparently this particular 'special, thick, nice bag' had been used to dispose of a tiny mouse that our cat, Silas, had - at some previous point in time - killed.
However, instead of disposing of this wonderful little trinket, some child living in our home, just tossed it up with all the other plastic bags awaiting the day mom would come along and put them all in the tidy boxes.
This.... was..... that..... day.
My assumption is the mouse was bagged. The little package was simply left in whatever room the mouse was originally found - most likely the girls' room as that's where our cat likes to take his tiny, caught, treasures. At a later date, someone else (who knows, maybe even the same child who had since FORGOT about the mouse they put in the bag) found that bag upon cleaning and just tossed it up with all the other bags to be recycled and used again.
Giving ME the joy of opening a bag to a dead, stiff, not-smelling-so-good mouse.
Yes, life with kids is never boring.
Always something new and fun -- or at least funny (after you get over the initial gasp, gag, and shock anyway.)
Yet, I wouldn't change it for the world - although, I am hoping to not repeat this particular scenario again any time soon.
