Perhaps I have inadvertently angered some obscure hillbilly mafia.
Since I understand what a horse head in the bed that is the only conclusion I can come to regarding the dead racoon in my driveway this morning.
At this point I choose to focus on the positives. Husband did not run over it when he left in the dark for work this morning. I was able to dispose of the carcass before the girls got up and lost their ever-loving minds. I earned the respect of the next door neighbor who walked out to find me holding a shovel with the recently deceased contemplating my next move. Most importantly, I did not hurl.
Here's to hoping I can make it through the rest of the day without incident. However, if the hillbilly mafia plans to make another deposit I repectfully request moonshine.