Against my staunch lecture about safe and proper attire, Amanda felt it was time to retire her hazmat suit. Feeling more courageous, she decided a simple t-shirt and jeans woud suffice for tearing down the walls. Well, the old adage, mother knows best, should always apply. But Amanda had to learn this lesson the hard way. As she was ripping out the bathroom wall, something tumbled down and landed inside her shirt...her cleavage to be more precise. Yep, you got it...mouse bones. Poor thing was white in the face for a few hours...and she didn't talk much at all (very unusual for her). Amanda didn't share her experience with us until she was 3 minutes from her shower. It was then that she could finally bring herself to talk about it. Ewwwwwww!
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