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I have never experienced something truly disgusting without also experiencing an immediate desire to tell someone about it.

Fortunately it’s the best kind of news to share.

Think about it.

If something really exciting happens, of course you want to call someone and share the news, but you probably think for a moment before dialing. There is nothing worse than a wet blanket of apathy thrown over a great story.

Terrible events, or even just bad days are the same. You want your audience to sympathize with you in “the right way” when you are grousing about how your day is awful and the world hates you.

But disgusting news? That’s universal.

For instance:

I stepped on a dead mouse that was on the garage floor.

With my bare foot…

…and it POPPED!

It was all wet and slimy even before it popped (I think my dog killed it.)…

… and when it popped it’s intestines stuck to the bottom of my foot!!!

Then I had to use a barn scraper to peel it off the floor and get rid of it.

Guguahh!

Just writing that gives me the heebeejeebees all over again as well. But- it also gives me the evil satisfaction of knowing that I probably gave you them as well.

See! Even this marmot thought my story was icky!

Even this marmot thinks my story is slightly horrifying!

Disgusting news is fun to share!

How about you, what’s your best heebeejeebee inducing story?

“The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.”

-Robert Louis Stevenson

The yard is bathed in a golden glow as the sun makes it’s way toward the horizon. The kids are swinging on the rope swing and Trip is a happy dog.

The burrs behind his ears (and is that a slug on his head?) say that it was cool enough that he just got back from a romp through the woods. He happily runs up to me to say hello before he disappears again and I’m enveloped in his terrible breath. Without a doubt it’s from the maggoty chipmunk I took away from him earlier. And, while it’s not yet evident in the picture, I believe his happy smile may be seen as evidence that he was already plotting his evening roll in the neighbor’s newly spread ~~sh…~~ fertilizer.

Yes, my dog’s world is full of a number of…things, and he is happy as a king!

It was right in the middle of the seven o’clock hour when I was out taking pictures of flowers in the perfect evening light and my stinky dog came by to visit. So I’m again linking up with Northwest Frame of Mind and her 1 Day 1 World project. Click over to see what else was happening around the world in the seven o’clock hour.