Lizard body parts
A dead mouse once a week
A mouse that's still breathing, but wishes it was dead, once a week
A very dead mouse on Thursday, an almost dead mouse left in the kitchen floor, and yet another mouse - very much alive - in our bathtub on Friday.
This last mouse, I came to realize, was not a gift for us. It was simply a toy that the cat picked up for herself while out on her hunting trip for our little gift. (You might wonder how I know it was a toy for her and not a gift for us... that would be because we found her in the bathtub playing with it. No harm, no foul.)
OK, Leah. We get it! You're angry that we got a dog and you're feeling some pressure to establish your place in the family.
Since I know that you're at home sitting by the computer reading my blog, please, I beg of you! We love you dearly, but you can stop the gifts!
You're spoiling us. Really.