So, a few weeks ago I posted this photo online
and complained my cat Emmex had made a mess of whatever feather stuffed thing he may have gotten into. (Spoiler alert: I don’t actually own anything stuffed with feathers except maybe an old coat but that’s packed away. Not my finest intellectual moment.)
Today, I was at work and had this exchange with 16:
I was freaked out for a moment but work got busy, people broke things they shouldn’t be touching and I completely forgot about the drawer warning.
When I got home 16 was at work so I was all alone. Yes! I thought. I’m going to burn some sticks and enjoy a beer on the deck!
So that’s what I did. No sooner had I posted this to Instagram where I hoped to receive approval for my languid summer eve, than 16 texted again reminding me of the previously stated doom.
I will give you three guesses as to what was in that drawer.
If you guessed dead decaying robin congratulations! Your prize* will be mailed to you!
*prize consists of dead bird plus bonus cardboard box
I contemplated attaching a picture but thought better of it because, let’s admit it, not everyone wants to see that.
So now I have a free drawer for anyone who would like one. Good for many uses: firewood, hitting wasps’ nests out of trees, and the like. Do not use it for utensils!
(And now I feel I should clarify: the drawer was empty & unused, and yes, I had noticed a smell but I thought it was coming from the vent where Emmex likes to climb under the house and in an unreachable place so I sprayed some stuff that way and lit lots of incense. Yes, lots of incense.)