Another time, the dog family was left in the fenced yard for the afternoon. I came home to a rabbit head on my floor. Ew. Thankfully, I had a brother around for head removal while I checked out the rest of the house for the bunny's corpse. It was laid out on my cedar chest, skinned and gutted, with icky slime oozing on the floor. Hey Bro! Would you mind taking this out too? Yuck. I cleaned it all up, and then wandered around saying, "this doesn't feel quite finished yet". The cookbook, which had been inside the upper kitchen cupboard, was in the back yard. The index was dog ripped to R stands for Rabbit. That dog was so smart it's a good thing he didn't have opposable thumbs.
We need raccoons too. I'm not really sure why, but the world would be less interesting without them getting in garbage cans and fishing in decorative back yard ponds. I spent a day this summer watching a coon family teasing my dog and trying to nab my fish. The baby coons were just too adorable as they played in a weaving string of cuteness up and down and around trees, dropping sticks on my dog, barking at her barking.
Also, it's come to my attention that some people feel stressed when doodling because they're "not good at it". Um? You don't have to be good at it. Nobody grades it or calls you incompetent, or if they do, get rid of those people. Draw nonsense lines if that's what makes you feel happy. Scribble with your eyes closed and see what happens. Let a little mischief into your life.