Blood, guts, bruises, cuts.

This is not your favorite summer party album ever. It's our outdoor staircase. As Kiera was leaving the house she yelled for me to come outside. What is this? she said as she pointed to something disgusting dripping off our staircase. Apparently last night a raccoon picked up the dead squirrel on our neighbors lawn and chewed it's guts out on the porch. There is now dead squirrel blood and guts hanging on the stairs between me and my bike. EWWW!!