Today we got up and cleaned up the house from getting home. Put a few things away that were sitting out and got our Christmas tree out. It was COLD this morning and neither one of us wanted to venture out and it was a good day to decorate.
When we got done the house looked like Christmas and I had a couple of good ideas for Christmas gifts and got excited about that.
One of the things I did was clean up some shells we had picked up down in Biloxi. You remember one had a little animal in it and I tossed it back in the water.
While we were decorating the front room we heard a weird noise in the kitchen. I went to see what fell and one of the shells was off the counter about a foot from the rest of them. I couldn't figure out how it got over there but - what the heck, I picked it up and laid it back on the paper towel they had been drying on.
About a half hour later we were eating and heard a noise on the kitchen counter and there was one of those shells moving across the counter. Man, I nearly flipped. That little sucker had lived inside that shell in our truck for over 2 weeks and been in the kitchen inside a paper cup and plastic bag since we got home Friday evening.
The house still looks nice and he is nestled safely in the garage garbage can thanks to Ted.
Aww...I cannot believe it survived that long in such dry conditions! Poor thing! ;)
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