ew
so for the last three days I have found a pair of rubber surgical gloves laying on my porch. this freaks me out... i mean, who the hell is leaving rubber creepy gloves on my porch. and every day i pick them up and throw them in the trash. so i got home from the gym today, and there's the gloves, a fresh (used) pair on my front stoop. as i was starting to pick them up, i froze... it hit me in a flash of insight where they'd been coming from.... there's a group home across the street from them. my cat Mattie has been raiding their trash and bringing the gloves over. it's got her handiwork written all over it. ew, just ew, i mean, who knows where the hell those have been.