Ever since I ran over a frog while mowing my mother’s lawn last year, I’ve been convinced that everything flying from beneath the blades is another tattered little body. As of yet, the debris has consisted mostly of leaves and the occasional fallen branch. No more murdered creatures.

I did, however, find this little guy hiding on the deck.

He doesn’t seem happy that I’ve disturbed his nap but at least I didn’t inadvertently disembowel him.