@kmacb.eth
Dear Farcaster,
Tonight my dogs turned the yard into a crime scene & one of them decided to bring the victim inside for a victory lap. Picture a 60-pound half husky trotting through a living room like a conquering hero with a limp, furry mystery dangling from his jaws.
Did I panic? No. I went full alpha protector mode chest puffed, voice commanding, the whole works. (It’s amazing how brave one can be when the thing is already very, very dead.) I executed a flawless inside-out Ziplock bag maneuver, would have been clipped for slomo TikTok had a kid witnessed it, sealed that thing of nightmares like a pro & dramatically carried it to the kitchen trash like I’d just defused a bomb.
I even wiped the floor with some sanitizer stuff. Was half expecting a slow clap from Jmac.
So Farcaster, gc from a man who’s been thoroughly brainwashed by decades of Saran Wrap commercials: Why does the trash suddenly need to be taken out “right now”??
Sincerely,
Husband of the Year (Disqualified on Technicality)