But sometimes, SOMETIMES, I find something on the ground, on their bedding, on my ARM after one of them has rubbed up against me…
What is it exactly? Some little brown, slimy, goopy thing. Can’t identify it. Don’t know what end of the animal it came out of. Where’s my pet spray? WHERE’S MY PET SPRAY!?
OK, it’s gone…whatever it was. I need to wash my hands. NOW. For a long, long time.
I have no idea what that was, and I really, really don’t want to know what it was.
I need a shower.