Reminds me of one morning last week: I had cut myself, on my way to grab something to wipe the blood, I almost walked on cat vomit, on my way to fetch paper towel, I found half a squirrel on the floor in the basement, went to get gloves and bag, came back, no more squirrel, searched for it, discovering the cat throwing it in the air and trying to catch it in MY ROOM, with all the insides spilling everywhere, went to fetch more paper towels, disinfectant etc, walked barefoot on a slug in the kitchen!
(cats bring slugs in the house on their bellies when it's raining)
Cat vomit, poop and parts of dead animals are my daily life -__-