Well, I removed the eggs. Margie is so upset.
She's wandering around, clucking like she's trying to call her eggs back. I feel bad, but I don't want to risk an 'eggsplosion'.
I performed an eggtopsy (sorry for all the egg puns, but that's a term I've seen on here before!). None of them popped, thankfully. Of the 9 eggs, 3 were greenish and rotten, and another was kind of grayish and rotten. 2 more looked almost scrambled, like the yolk had mixed in with the white somehow? They were not shipped eggs and were never shaken, so I'm not sure how that happened. Not a single egg was fertile.
So I guess this means that Po is officially and totally gone. I will miss him and I so regret that I made the mistake that cost him his life.
Thanks, everyone, for putting up with me for the past few weeks.