Reindeer food. It's a little plastic bag kids get from school filled with uncooked oatmeal and glitter. You're supposed to throw it on the lawn/sidewalk on Christmas Eve so that Santa can find you're house more easily and the reindeer get a snack.
Sounds completely innocent, right?
While I was at the store, the girl fell asleep and when I got home, I woke her up so she could throw this reindeer food outside and put a cookie for Santa by the fireplace. She quickly falls back asleep and all is well.
Once the house is quiet, I decide to grab gifts out of my car. I step outside and literally run into an opossum. I don't know who is scared more shitless. It books it into the shrubs and I was just frozen. Front door wide open.
On instinct, I ran into the house like a crazy woman for a broom and swept that crap up as quickly as I could. I feel like throwing up. It could have run into the house. I would have had a mini death over something like that.
In the future, the reindeer can STARVE.
Santa needs some tequila for her nerves...
Who know Christmas could be so hard?
Off to figure this shuffle out...