Oh Slick, Slick, Slick!
I'm so glad your humor is intact...

I should count my blessings...Saturday night at 1a, I decided to check the back door, lights etc. As I opened the door, I was overcome by the worse stench I ever smelled. Right on my patio was the remains of something, my guess was groundhog. It wasn't Logan this time. So I woke John up from a sound sleep to tell him, and when I got up this morning (Sunday), all was clean. Still stinky, so I had to wash the porch, but yes, he cleaned it up. Good Boy.