I don't love yardwork, but I do love making things look clean and pretty.
I was out enjoying the sun and fresh air. Cryin Ryan was stoked to roll around in the dirt. I was pulling weeds when I saw this:
Naturally, I had to poke the dead bird with a stick. Ryan joined in with his own twig.
Why is it so instinctual to poke dead animals with sticks? Why can humans just leave them alone?
It was a little gross but I continued on with my work.
45 minutes later I found this little guy:
Dead lizards aren't nearly as cute as live ones.
Yes, we poked him with our sticks.
What is the Universe trying to tell me???
