this is so normal, its practically illegal

I got off the bus yesterday, and as I was walking down the street, jammin' to some tunes on my ipod (that sounds really stupid), I heard this random thumping noise behind me.


I turn around just in time to get tackled by Kayden/Cody/Aglet.


ouch.


anyway, so I went down to my house to drop off my bag and grab some snackage, then we headed back up to his house.

on the street in front of his house we found a dead squirrel.
and it was really dead. and fresh (as in just died really recently).

because I'm weird and morbid (and possibly have a fascination with dead animals....?)
I took some pictures for you.
(disclaimer: these are kinda graphic. If you have a weak stomach, don't scroll down)

yeah. it looks like he's eating his own guts. yum.
and you can't really tell from these; but its eye is practically not even in its head, its sticking out so far.

then me and Cody noticed that every 5 feet or so, there was another blood smear,
which led to the realization that my bus had hit this poor squirrel, and the tire had carried some blood with it all the way up the street......gross.

cody: let's name him.

me: hmmm........Georgiano.

cody: georgiano lopez

me: no, just georgiano

cody: how 'bout georgiano lopeziano?

me: that sounds ridiculous. he shouldn't have a last name.

cody: why not?

me: because he's dead.

cody: so? dead people have last names

me: yeah, but we get named while we're alive.

cody: georgiano lopeziano....has a nice ring to it.

me: you're ridiculous.

we left for a while because my little siblings' bus came by, and we wanted to hide behind the bushes and see if it hit georgiano.
it didn't.

but then the lady across the street, Mrs. Butz (i think she spells it like that, probably Mrs. Butts, it would be funnier) came out to walk her dog, and we left and hid in his backyard for a while because she's scary.

as we were sneaking away, we saw her look at the squirrel and go "ew!!!" in her old lady voice and walk on the complete opposite side of the street so her dog wouldn't get near it.

then we went inside and had the drink of champions.

we gave the kool-aid a cool little photoshot back ground. isn't it lovely?

anyway. once we were done, we came back outside

and georgiano was gone.

it was now a crime scene.

I'm pretty sure the Butz/Butts lady took it to do some kind of satanic ritual or something.