I'm a Murderer. Of Toads.

Let me explain my blog title before I get PETA all over my @&*:

So, mowing the lawn yesterday was...an experience. It had rained for a few days, and there were TOADS everywhere. And after I mowed??

TOAD GUTS EVERYWHERE. It was highly disgusting. It's not like I ran them down on purpose, I was just mowing my straight lines on the riding lawnmower, and suddenly I'd see a toad hop up (they match the darn grass!) and then...well...ickiness ensued.

And I killed two baby moles. They're weren't chopped up (thank heaven!) but just...dead...with their little feet up in the air. I must have scared them to death or something with the lawnmower.

I'm getting the heebies just remembering it. YUCK.

We're grilling tonight, and I've got to go to Sendik's (they have the best meat) and make the kids clean the basement, while I make the house presentable. Heh. I had the lady at the home depot the other day (she is always the one who checks me out for some reason) casually mention "Man, you must love to clean your house."

I DO NOT love to clean my house. I'd rather stab my own eye out some days. Especially on Bathroom-cleaning day. But if I don't clean it, it will get very scary, very soon. You know that documentary on the Discovery Channel or whatever called "Life After People?" That would be my house, in a matter of weeks, if I didn't keep up with it.

Maybe THAT'S why I'm so dang tired all the time! I'm fighting Nature!

Today I get to specifically fight Nature in my laundry room. Of the Swamp Monster Variety...