Mrs. Frizzle, she was a frizzle bantam. Was a super silly chicken and she acted like a dog. She’d jump up at the food scooper and follow me everywhere. And I freaking killed her. I am so upset with myself, and it doesn’t help that my mom was awful to me about it. It was 100° today and I had been moving birds around. I didn’t notice that she jumped into a tote and I had shut the lid on her. I have barely been home today, I was in a rush to finish what I was doing outside so I could go to a family members home and give their animals food and water as well. I never noticed her in there, which I should have checked because she always gets in there. My mom made a comment about how I should have seen her and it was completely open on the top. I have it set like a hinge and there’s leftover bedding in there for chicks whenever I had some. She blended in perfectly and it was hot and I just didn’t think. I am such an awful person and she must have suffered so much! I can’t believe myself, I am such an awful chicken owner! I quite literally hate myself.