Gutter Trash
One of the gutter spouts was clogged with some plant matter, so today I decided to go ahead and take care of that. It was so impacted with plant matter that I had to reach my hand up there and pull it out — tried a stick, but it didn’t cut it. After a minute of this, I felt something slick and slippery and squishy. I paused, blinked, and thought, “That isn’t a plant. … Oh, crap.” Pulled my hand out, and I saw the tail drop down. Taking a deep breath to prepare for the noxious death-cloud that was sure to follow, I clenched my jaw and manned up, yanking on the tail like it was the cord for a nightlight, and I a child about to see the horrors that await in the darkness. With a slimy “schlick” and wet thud, it came out rather easily.
Beneath the cut, I present you with Corroded Zombie Squirrel (or perhaps rat)TM.
