My morning began at 6:11 am EST with my dog Coda running into my room barking. I thought she had to go potty. Oh no. She wanted to let me know there was an uninvited guest in our home. A mole. Yes, a disgusting little blind rodent some how managed to get in the house.
Coda was flipping out, probably because I started screaming and slamming doors. The mole was trapped in the hall coat closet. Coda was determined to get at it. I opened the closet door and ran and locked myself in the bathroom across the hall. Claro, I continued to scream the entire time.
After a while I didn't hear anything. Coda wasn't scratching or growling. She was in the living room standing near the couch. I slowly walked over to see what she was staring at so intently. It was a DEAD MOLE. She had killed it and brought it over and put it on my living room rug! I was a mess. I ran around the house screaming again.
After about 15 minutes I calmed down and opened the back porch door and asked Coda to take the "toy" outside. She didn't want anything to do with it. I had no idea what to do at this point. I went and got a broom from the garage and crept up near the mole. I screamed and pushed at it to make sure it was dead. It was, so I chucked it near the door like a hockey puck. I finally got it outside and swept it into a large bush.
I never want to start a morning out like this again.
Still screaming on the inside,