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OH JESUS CHRIST CARAMON JUST BARFED UP A FUCKING FINGER.
[edit]okay, a little calmer now. to clarify, it's obviously not a WHOLE finger, even Lardass McGrande would have a hard time with that. But it's a slightly hamburgery chunk with a very obvious red-painted fingernail with a butterfly decal and rhinestone set in it. I'd say up to the first knuckle or so. I thought at first it was one of those plastic toy fingertips for halloween and crap, maybe Trin left some dress up stuff under one of the sofas and he narfed it. But this is definitely MEAT.
Took me a few minutes to figure out where he got it since they don't go outside. Seems when I came back from the store I hit the garage & gate clicker and didn't check to see if it took, which it didn't. Found half a hand sticking unter the door from the garage to the laundry room. Pretty obviously dead for quite a while, from the moldy color. I grabbed the fire extinguisher (why do we have weapons in every room BUT the laundry room? gotta fix that) and yanked the door open, figuring whatever college freakbag stuffed a severed hand from their anatomy class under my door for hazing, or just shits and giggles was either long gone or needed a lesson in being hosed down with caustic chemicals.
It wasn't just a hand.
And it wasn't actually dead.
Well it is NOW, I figure... even if it can re-gather the remnants of its head from a 3 square foot area of concrete, having its brain mixed with half a tank of monoammonium phosphate should cause some functionality issues at least.
Yard & gate are clear & secured. Garage is clear and secured. Remainder of house is clear, secured and in the process of barricade. Radios and flashlights are charged and accessible. Weapons are out, loaded, and prepped. Now I'm just eating peanut butter (mmm, fast protein fuel), scanning the news, waiting to see who shows up, friend or foe.