Originally posted by mandasmom:
I was sort of morbid as a child, and went through a phase where we would look for dead animals (baby birds that fell out of nests, frogs smashed in the road, ect) and have funerals for them. We would bury them in my back yard, "borrow" flowers from our old neighbor lady and then gave a service and say prayers over the deceased. [img]eek.gif[/img] Sounds weird now but we really enjoyed it.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I used to do the same thing with my best friend's brother. Once we tried to bury a skunk. It didn't smell until we picked it up! You know, a tomato juice bath really does work!

I will never forget, one time I came in and asked my mom for a spatula (like one you use to flip pancakes); she gave it to me. Then we were off to get a very dead, very squished bird off the street to bury. After the service, I brought the spatula back to mom. She looked at it and said, "what's on this?" I said, "I don't know." She pressed on, "Well, what did you do with it?" "Used it to get a dead bird off the street." Immediately it went into the trash can. She always asked what I was planning on doing with something before she gave it to me, after that.

Jo