Yes, Officer. There's a Rational Explanation for All That Blood...
Sooo, this week I had considerable insight into what it's like to try to cover one's tracks after a murder. Put down the phone. You don't have to call the police. It's not like that...though it would have been entertaining to try to explain had an officer walked in. My four-year-old thought his clownfish were super, super hungry, so he dumped about a month's worth of fish food into their tank. I got my husband out of bed and we scrambled to remove the food from the tank as we listened to a chorus of, "I'm reawy, reawy sowwy, Mommy." An hour into the clean up and water change, I leaned down to wipe up some water that had dripped onto the floor. To my horror, I saw copious quantities of blood on the wall. Apparently I missed a couple (a lot) of streaks when I cleaned up the carnage the week before. In my defense, it went down early in the morning. I can't be held accountable for a cleanup that happened before my morning coffee. http:/...