I'm near-sighted and wear glasses, sometimes contacts, but wait until the last possible moment to put them on every morning. Don't know why, just a people who wear glasses thing.
So this morning I'm sitting on the edge of my bed putting my shoes on, and notice a clump of cat hair with some blood on it. Occasionally my cats gets a skin infection, and we know because she scratches off a clump of hair and some skin.
Seeing this, I lean over to pick it up, while the cats sits next to me staring at me.
I grab the hair while saying, "are you bleeding kitty?"
As I examine the hair closer to my face, I realize it is a mouse with its head missing.
I drop it and gag (I hate mice).
As my wife is laughing hysterically, she reminds me of the commercial of the old lady ("here kitty kitty") who invites the racoon in. Think it was a lens crafters commercial.
I must have washed my hands for a half hour.