My boys just placed a small grocery bag containing the mostly decomposed remains of a small animal on my desk in hopes that I could identify it for them. They had disifected it by spraying it liberally with Lysol and apparently washing it before putting it, wet and very clean-smelling, into the bag. The youngest had sandwich bags on his hands and reached into the bag to get the remains out so I could have a better look at them before I demurred in a tone of voice that was not very demure at all.
I have no idea what it was except an occasion to talk to my children about the sanitary handling of dead animals. That is to say: Don’t.
This will not appear in a forthcoming post in the topic of Five Things On My Desk, I assure you.