That's just cruel. Last week I found half a dead bird in a bag of mulch while working, but I imagine it'd be a lot more disturbing in a bowl of cereal.
I haven't laughed that much in a long time. That guy was fast. If it had been me I would have knocked the refridgerator over.
That means that somewhere there's another bag of mulch with half a bird in it. I was drinking a bottle of Coke (years ago when they were still bottled in green glass) and on one pull I felt something hard in the liquid. I spit the stuff out so fast that I couldn't find whatever it was that I'd felt in my mouth. Ever since then I've never sipped a soft drink without holding the bottle up to the light so I can make sure there's nothing in there that doesn't belong.
