Last week I came home from running errands with Bean Man and I found this on my kitchen floor.
I couldn’t tell what it was at first, so I did the natural thing. I started screaming bloody murder. And throwing things at it. And jumping on furniture.
But the bugger never moved, so I got a little braver and stepped into the kitchen only to find it was a gator from the top of Bean’s animal birthday cake last week.
Clearly, I have not quite adjusted to my new environment just yet.