Apparently this is what happens to Rocky when he forgets how to fly, or at least this is what I imagine would happen to him if he did in mid-flight. It appears one of our Squirrel friends fell out of one of our trees at some point during the past few days and decided to expire in our backyard. Naturally my oldest daughter discovered this while we were playing and proceeded to freak out a bit which then caused my youngest daughter to do the same thing. I quickly got them in the house so that they could calm down a bit while dad prepared to do his fatherly duty.
Once the kids were inside I grabbed a couple of plastic bags and a shovel and went out to the backyard to dispose of Rocky the squirrel. My daughters were plastered to the sliding door to our deck so that they could watch daddy do whatever it was he was going to do with this dead squirrel. I scooped up Rocky and triple bagged him and threw him in the garbage. Normally I would have buried him but you have to understand that this is not the first time something like this has happened and I am running out of good spots to put dead animals in the yard. Every year a couple of birds, squirrels or chipmunks decide to make our yard their chosen place to die and I end up cleaning up the results.
After my clean up duty was completed I went back inside to wash my hands where I was greeted by my wide who relayed what had been happening while I was removing Rocky, Apparently my daughters had decided that daddy is very brave and a hero for taking care of this situation, to which I replied, “all in a day’s work ladies.”
Just another day, being a dad.