Little Icky, Big Icky

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So, normally I don't complain about genetically engineered fruit. 

I probably don't even know when I'm eating it.

But the peaches at Walmart are too big.

I can't take a bite out of them without getting peach up my nose. 

And this, my friends, is too much of a good thing.

And then I came around the corner of the house,

La, La, La

on my way to the mailbox with a Netflix movie...

( 'An Education'...

I wouldn't recommend it)

Only to find this tasty little morsel...

Yikes!
Don't think for a moment that I didn't almost wet my jammies.

That's a deer carcass for you City Mice...
What's left of it anyway.

I'll let you guess who I won't be kissing on the lips for the next week or so.