I thought it was the potato chunk I planted in a bucket.
What I thought was a root was a tail.
The mouse was a special gift with the soil.
I touched a dead mouse.
I washed my hands
Luckily, my neighbors were walking by and Dean came to the rescue with my shovel.
He carried the corpse to it's final resting place in the back.
I still don't know if the potato chunk was growing.
I don't care.
I touched a dead mouse!