Men...
I swear..
we live in the desert. I was out on one of the portelles when i spied a small dead mouse by the wood pile. Looks as if he's been dead for a day or two. To be honest, i would have just kicked it off the porch and let nature take it's course. Nothing is wasted in the animal kingdom.
I nonchalantly told my SO, about the small mouse, and kept it moving.
Next thing i know, my SO is sauntering past me as if to do battle with
a live dragon. Over sized gardening gloves, jacket with the hood pulled over his head, steel toed hikers, a garbage can-cover that looked like a make-shift shield and very long stick.

He finally maneuvers the dead mouse into the garbage can cover with the stick - and hurls the little "shot-putt" corpse several yards away, victoriously out towards the arid plains!!
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and the crowd goes wild!!*
He then takes the garden hose and damn near does a high-pressure spray of the area where the poor little mouse was hangin' out.
a real
"Brave-heart" my boyfriend.