Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young. How come I'm never able to identify where its coming from? I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it, try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one.
I had to get a live lizard out of my dog's mouth the other day, and then she went right over to a toad and tried to eat that. I guess it didn't go well because she started coughing and foaming at the mouth. She's fine now, btw. Still hunts for lizards and toads, though. Dumb dog.