Well, it seems that I have indeed found something worse then vacuuming the fridge.
Sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday morning, someone ran over a rabbit. The crows had already started demolition work on the carrion.
I didn’t really think much of it until this morning when I realized that there wasn’t a murder* on the pavement. Then I looked to make sure the garage door was closed, and I saw that someone had lovingly thrown the corpse just on our side of the property line.
So, while I almost puked in the kitchen over the state of the intake duct, there is no way in hell I am removing a partially eaten rabbit corpse from the lawn.
For the record, I already did that a few years ago when a crow picked a BABY BUNNY out of a nest and dropped it from a tree, killing it, and with Steve being at work, you can guess the hysterics that resulted. (here’s a hint. I’m on my cell phone, crying. “And-sniff-the bunny-wail-it’s dead! DEEEAAADDDD! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?!?!”)
*murder: flock of crows