“There is something under my bed!”

To a normal person that would mean perhaps an over active imagination?

Not so in our house. It means a crow and two cats are having a dance of death under the bed. And it wasn’t a surprise to me really.

When she screams this stereotypical childhood angst -ridden statement all I ask is, “scorpion size or an opossum size?”

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