Hey wanna hear my story? Well you're going to anyway.
My fiance got out of bed the other day at 7am. As usual, I'm about to roll over to continue sleeping on his side of the bed- but something stops me and I look down. Without my eyes in I can't see anything clearly but I see this big brown blob on his side of the bed. I'm like whaaat is that, then I remember the other times my cat has puked on the bed and realize they must have done it again and oh my god the cats are never allowed in the room again. I ask him to come pick up the cat puke before he gets in the shower and he comes in really grossed out thinking the cat has yakked on his side of the bed where he was just sleeping. He sees it and goes "phew, its not cat puke" SO I throw my glasses on and holy sweet jeebus there's a dead mouse in my bed. GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Now, not only is this slightly traumatizing, but my fiance was RELIEVED it was a dead mouse and not puke. I dunno, puke is pretty bad but at least it is not a DEAD MOUSE! Am I wrong here!?