Funny finding you here…..

Clay and I got started on our new estate sale yesterday and soon found out we were not alone. (Not the first time)
Clay was yanking stuff out of the attic and I’m staging and sorting as he is tossing it all down. Every time I go by one spot in the garage I smell that smell, the smell that tells you there use to be something living but no longer.
Finally a glance in the right direction with less shadows reveals our long gone visitor.

I squeal like a girl and run in the house. Clay is all like what!?!? I’m pointing and dancing in place from the kitchen doorway, “use your words” he says, I finally squeak out “under the box”.

What we can’t figure out is how he ended up folded over the rung of a ladder.

Clay, ever the dutiful Knight In Shining Armor disposed of the poor fellow and work continued sorting out treasures.
Never a dull moment for Honey Stop The Car, Beep Beep!