Staci has this “thing” she does. All of a sudden, it is time to throw stuff away. Lots of stuff at times. Stuff that, well honestly, doesn’t really need to be thrown away. Granted, we don’t miss this stuff, with the exception of a TV remote once that she still denies to this day, but I digress.

It seems that the bulk of the things that are thrown away which cause problems belong to the girls. Usually, these sessions are carried out at strategically opportune times, like the day before trash day, and no one is usually the wiser. One of these such missions was apparently carried out this week, with all of the secrecy of UFO washing day at Roswell.

This mission, however, did not go off without a hitch. Apparently a very healthy Zhu-Zhu Pet, a Christmas present no doubt, managed to escape. While exacting his escape he unfortunately was run over by the garbage truck. He put up a valiant fight but it was just not to be this day. Staci came home from work around 1 pm and advised me that I would need to clean up a dead “critter” in front of the house before the girls got home from school in order to avoid the emotional scarring that would certainly accompany such a horrific scene.

I went outside and this is what I found. I assisted in her “clean up” but part of me wanted the whole sordid plan exposed for what it was. This Zhu-Zhu Pet’s only crime was becoming clutter. Nothing more. Did he deserve this end? Granted, he probably wouldn’t have been missed and if he had, Hailey is a likely scapegoat. She would have been blamed for losing him somewhere along the way. Staci would have planted that idea in everyone’s head, and really, it’s a fair assumption. But now I am seeing this whole diabolical plan for what it is. The systematic extermination of innocent toys, and who knows what else, that is deemed “clutter.”

I would just like it noted that if I wind up missing one day, Hailey did not lose me. Staci can be very convincing.

Do not fall for her trickery.