decomp: part tres

Day 3- dead thing is in full throes of decomposition. In fact, methinks that whatever has died has possibly multiplied. Smell is now creeping into the living room. How long does it take a rat, mouse, possum and/or raccoon to mummify? Why do I feel like the killer in Disturbia, who stuffed his victim's in the walls? or John Wayne Gacy, but I think he buried them in the crawl space under his house. Who knows, dead thing(s) might possibly be under the house and not in the walls. Seriously, it smells bad. If Rick and I weren't such weenies about it, we would have searched and destroyed already, but neither of us want to do it. Where is the mighty killer that is Taryn when we need her? She would TOTALLY do it. She killed a potato bug with a house key, Rick and I standing behind her, screaming like little girls. That takes mad skills yo.
On side-note: there is some serious birdie shenanigan's going on in my backyard. I just looked out the window and I was welcomed to the site of blue jay butt hanging upside down on one of my planters. Then I noticed another one standing in the other planter, right side up. The acrobatic birdie was pulling at the moss-like substrate that lines the planters. Little bastard shredded it up right proper, I tell ya. The fat little brown birds that stick to the ground were out too, but the blue jay's were running them off. My god, it's a birdie turf war.