Just now I was taking the recycling out and found a dead bunny by the tree in the yard. I really thought that if I put my rubber gloves on and grabbed a couple of safeway bags, I could bring myself to pick it up and put it in one of the trash bins by the street... but I couldn't go within a few feet of it. Sometimes I forget just how squeemish I am about things like this. I'm not and never have been an outdoorsy person. Sure, I love lakes and rivers and I grew up going to camp every summer. But I need my bathroom, my shower, a semi-real bed, food, and no recently deceased animals near me...
As Seth always tells me, "you'd die if you went on Survivor.". I'm such a complete wuss.