It isn't asleep!

Well I have just removed a dead weasel from my daughter's bed. Not something I expected to be doing on a Sunday afternoon. I had heard whispering, but thought that it was something to do with avoiding piano practice, or sneaking additional children into the house whilst I wasn't looking (like it normally is).

The garden is looking more garden like, and less major excavation works. So the kids are spending more time out there. However one of my neighbours must have put some rat poison down, hence the dead weasel.

I was admiring the new decking when Jason asked if the kids had shown me a dead animal, he thought it was a weasel or something similar. Hence the following conversation with a small child, ostensibly sitting sewing in her bedroom, oh so cute!..

'Where is the weasel?'
'Oh, Mum, who told you?'
'Ok, where is it then?'
Child goes to bed, lifts duvet, and extracts dead rodent, which has been wrapped in a tea towel.
'It isn't asleep you know'
'Oh'
'It will start to smell'
'Oh it smells already' holds dead weasel to mum's nose - yuk