Well, well, well. I had such a great thing planned for today’s never done before challenge. I was thinking about this great thing all day long, preparing to put in a couple of hours writing about it tonight.

Then I went down into my basement, which, just to give you a visual, is a really nice, finished, furnished, can-lights-in-ceiling, nice bathroom, bamboo-floor-with-rugs-here-and-there basement, to get some books.

As I was looking up at the bookshelves, I stepped on something on one of the rugs that gave under my heel with a distinct *pop*. The sole of my foot felt wet and gunky. I looked down –huge, huge mistake– to see that I had just exploded the skull and bowels of a dead mouse with my bare foot.

You might wonder about the sequence of events that followed this incident.

It’s kind of a blur in my mind, but I know that it involved shrieking on one foot into the laundry room, throwing my leg into the laundry sink, flooding the contaminated foot with a fire hydrant’s worth of water, then –for reasons I don’t understand– scrubbing the foot back and forth in cat litter, returning the foot to the laundry tub, and, finally, realizing that I was stuck with the burst-mouse foot and that like it or not it (the foot) was going to stay attached to my leg for the rest of my life.

I can honestly say that I have never exploded the skull and body of a dead mouse with my bare foot before. And that, my friends, is going to have to suffice for today’s challenge.

I leave you with this fatbooth photo.

Goodnight.