ewewewewewwwww

[mrissa]

I opened the door to get the paper this morning and found two smashed-in bloody duck eggs and the bloody remains of two fetal ducklings on the front doorstep.

I am very quietly but very firmly freaked out by this. It is -- it is not pleasant, is what. It is not something I am looking forward to cleaning up.

Neighbor dog? Raccoon? What did this? Duck eggs do not fall from the sky or (more importantly) from high-up nests: it's clearly a matter of something or (far less likely) someone doing it. Right up against my front doorstep.

Bleh.

This is one of the upsetting parts of being a grown-up: asking one of the other grown-ups you live with to clean up something disgusting is a very, very different thing from being able to shriek, "Ewwww! MOOOOOOOM!" Being a grown-up means noticing that there is no particular reason why someone else should do this thing you don't want to do, because they likely aren't keen on the idea either.

*shudder*

Comments

[mechaieh.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Eurrrgh.

*is glad the Abby-tude has limited herself to snakes of late*

[ellameena.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Sounds like the work of a raccoon. One that likes to share.

The worst is when there is no one else in the house to clean up, and you have to do it yourself, gagging and retching the whole time. I hate that.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Ista isn't allowed out in the front, so at least I discovered this on the step rather than in her mouth.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have a stronger stomach than markgritter and a more flexible back than timprov, so even though we're all home, I think it's all me anyway. Also, I'm the one who found it.

[ellameena.livejournal.com]

Lucky you!

[pameladean]

Urgh.

When I have something icky to clean up, I put on gloves, and then I shroud the unfortunate mess in anything handy -- newspaper, a plastic bag, a huge handful of paper towels, whatever -- until I can't see or feel it, and then just do a kind of half-shovelling, half-wrapping thing with it until it's inside a plastic bag. That still leaves residue, but I find that not having to look at or really feel the problematic substance is useful.

You probably have figured this out already.

P.

[mmerriam.livejournal.com]

Sounds like the work of a raccoon. Also, for the eeww factor, it beats the dead mouse Selena gave me yesterday.

[greykev.livejournal.com]

So far all I have found at my place is a detached blackbird head in the yard as I was rakeing. No fetal anythings.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Blah. So sorry. I do wish animals wouldn't share their prizes, or leave them in places...

*hugs*

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Figured out, yes. Implemented, no.

I will not squick, squick is the mind-killer....

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

No, um, seriously, I keep picturing the beak. Quiet internal freakout in progress.

Also, is there anywhere you particularly want to eat/shop/walk/etc. while you are here?

[ladysea.livejournal.com]

Awwww!

I know how hard it is. Which is why I never ask anyone else to clean up our fox presents in the back yard. But I want to cry everytime I see one of the rabbits out there.

I have found the shovel is my friend. And lots and lots of hot water.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

We love the shovel. The gloves. Sometimes the bleach.

We also, guiltily, love the crows or raccoons or whatever took the remainder of fetal duckling corpses away between when I first saw them and when I went to clean them up, so all I had was eggs and fluids to clean.

[one-undone.livejournal.com]

That's quite what I do, too. Excellent technique!

A+!

:)

[one-undone.livejournal.com]

Ew. Fluids. That just sounded bad. I don't know why. Ick.

cruel irony

[aet.livejournal.com]

This brings up the complaint that I cannot get out of my mind lately: "How unfair that I had to clean up vomit gagging and retching from the smell when I was younger and now that my sense of smell has mostly gone and I COULD deal with vomit easily there is no one around o supply me with this particular way of being useful! Even my cats do not vomit!"