Last week, Kate and Sarah, much to their dismay on a stormy day, discovered a recently dead vole inside our one umbrella. (Did one of the cats put it there, or did it crawl in there to die, alone in nylon? Who knows?) It’s been sitting outside our back door, where it fell, for the last week. The timelapse movies of decomposing rodents I saw in grade school led me to believe that the thing would flutter and vanish in 30 seconds. It’s lasted all week.
After coming back from dinner with John and Mike and Kate at Grenache, I got fed up and scooped the thing onto a piece of wood and flicked it into the woods. It was light and rigid, like a piece of styrofoam.