Mistaken Identity? Or Horror story?

This morning I woke up in my bed, my dog curled up next to me. And next to him… a dead squirrel, lying on its back with it paws frozen upwards. I screamed, flew out of bed and went to find my husband.

“Quick, go in there! There is a horrible thing on the bed!” I implored. He goes in… and finds… the dog who by this time had lumbered off the bed in confusion. Where had the dead squirrel gone?!

OK, full disclosure: I did not have my glasses on when I woke up. But the squirrel was there, I swear. How can anyone make that up, I ask you? But then, where did it go?

I am still uneasy and will have a tough night ahead of me. What I can advise is never google “dead squirrel.” Way too much bizarreness for one day.