Monday, October 27, 2014

Why I was Scared to Go To Bed

One day I walked into my bedroom and nearly had a heart attack, because this is what I saw:


My husband, Bob, put the cougar there, but he didn't do it to scare me. Collecting and displaying animals parts is one of his interests, and when he brought the cougar home, he just put it in a convenient place: the bed. 
I find this situation comparable to a painter painting a park bench. If someone sits on the wet paint, is it the painter's fault? 

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