So my daughter comes in and asks me if I saw the weird purple goo in the front steps.
(well, no...I just woke up and I'm drinking coffee with my eyes closed)
She's freaking out a bit, so I go and look and there it is. I suggest that it might be the liver of some poor animal that one of the cats ate. (they share)
Oh no, she's freaking out, that doesn't look like a mouse liver. (well, yeah, I don't want to meet a mouse big enough to have that liver.)
So I tell her to get something to scrape it up with and to dump it on the curb where the street cleaner goes.
She gets a paper towel, I tell her to use gloves and remind her of...well... every 'B' movie ever made but most especially 'The Thing'.
Does she listen? She doesn't listen. She touches it with a paper towel, AND IT VANISHES!!!
Ok now, I'm spooked. So she brings the paper towel into the house and puts it in the trash can. Note, there is an outside trash can, closer to the 'goo' spot than the indoor trash can.
OMG! John Carpenter's 'Thing' arrives on our front porch and she brings it inside.
When the Zombie virus starts, it ain't starting in my house.
(Where's the Lysol? Eff that, where's the bleach and the vinegar.)
Ok, so my daughter may make the zombies at Markoffs, but it is now obvious that, if she were to own a pair of high-heels she would probably put them on to run blindly through a swamp infested with bug-eyed alien fish monsters.
I grabbed the trash bag and took it out to the trash can and slammed the lid.
Once it gets landfilled, it won't be bothering anyone. anytime too soon.