I awoke to the sound of little voices outside my door and it was really quite a pleasant way to start the day. Lydia was in the pack 'n play in our room, snoozing away, while I put my feet on the floor, stretched with a yawn, and stood up to meander out of our bedroom and greet our kids with a smile.
Upon cracking open our door, my direct view of the front door showed me that it was wide open. I rolled my eyes as this is an issue in our house with the kids (DO NOT OPEN THE FRONT DOOR WITHOUT ASKING) and as I stepped out of my room to call their names, I noticed in my peripheral a red stain on the carpet in our dining room.
Sigh. And the day begins. As I walked to the aforementioned stain, I noticed another stain, and another. And ... some red stains smeared on the baseboards WHAT THE HECK?! I looked up to the see the back door open as well, and when I turned to look down again at the red stains at my feet, I saw it.
A dead rabbit.
Wedged under our fish tank.
And a very, very proud George the Cat, sitting by the front door, licking his paws.
My mouth gaped open as the kids, who had been playing outside on our walkway, came bounding inside. I fumbled around trying to shoo them into the other room and all I could say was "GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW DEAD RABBIT!!!" as the plea for my husband to get out of bed. Sure enough he sprang out of bed and upon taking his first glance at the bludgeoned bunny, promptly dry-heaved into his hand.
Apparently, the kids had opened both doors (DO NOT OPEN DOORS CHILDREN, RABBITS COULD COME IN AND DIE) and George, who had been playfully chasing a rabbit in our backyard, chased the rabbit inside, took a swipe at him in our kitchen (hence the blood stain I later discovered on our tile) and completed the annihilation of said rabbit in our dining room.
On my carpet.
My husband began the discarding-of-the-bunny process while I herded the kids into the van and drove haphazardly to our weekly breakfast date at PawPaw's house (PawPaw is the kiddos' great grandfather). And after telling him of that morning's events, I followed him upstairs to his attic and sat next to him as he handed me the Spot Bot carpet cleaner he used to remove the fecal matter his dogs left behind when they had lost control of their bowel movements, back when they were alive.
I took the Spot Bot and loaded it into the van, queasily.
What's worse is that the rabbit wasn't actually dead yet. Apparently, one can still be alive, even if the stomach is outside of the body.
I won't tell you how it ended, but I will tell you that today?
My coffee is well-deserved.
Have a lovely weekend, friends.