Squirrel in the Fridge

Now...I will start off by saying that I DID NOT witness what is the below, but it is just too good of a story to pass up. 

My SIL was in visiting her folks.  She opens the fridge door looking for some type of refreshement of the non-alcholic type (her first mistake IMHO) and there...laying in a plastic bag...is a dead squirrel.  Now I am not a health inspector...but feel pretty certain that this would be a serious violation of the health code and therefore, shutting the nasty kitchen down for all of enternity. 

However, it is my MIL's kitchen and unfortunately many dead things end up there....geckos, birds, and God knows what else has been lurking in there, other than the normal expired container of sour cream that we all have from time to time.

So as the ear piercing scream rang through the house on an explaintaion on why one of God's creatures was sitting in the fridge marinating in it's own juices and appearing to be that evenings dinner? There was a simple explaination.  Pray tell brave soul....what could it be? 

It is summer in this small West Texas town and with the heat of 115 degrees and the fact that the trash truck came that morning...it just wouldn't do to have it fermenting in the trash can  trying to make some sort of schnapps out of it.(or would it...country squirrel schnapps coming to a bar near you.....hmmmmmm)  Therefore, the most obivious of answers is to put it next to the cold cuts until the trash truck comes later in the week. 

Well....let's ponder this for a bit.  I hear a rumor that there are these neat things called dumpsters and you can find them at the local business or apartment complex.  They hold quite of bit of trash and from time to time humans that are looking for shelter.  My FIL does get out of the house at least 2 times a day for "coffee" aka..get me the heck out of here for awhile 'cause the wife never shuts up.  So in one of the coffee runs the FIL could use one of these advances in modern technology to actually dispose of the squirrel or since I am such a simple country gal...get a shovel find a 5 year old to say a prayer for the dearly departed.

That is Life for me in These Times......