Over the winter, it became apparent that the neighborhood cats had turned the couch into their own personal litter box. Nothing like the warm scent of cat piss early in the morning.
|Despite K's presence, I took care of this motha myself.|
We called the garbage company and they don't pick up large items. They suggested we chop up the couch and put the pieces in our bin.
So what did I do with the pissy couch? Took a crowbar to it.
It cost me six hours, a vicious sunburn and an incredibly sore back, but I got that mother chopped up. And I will get it in our trash bin if it kills me.
|Items found in the bottom of the couch: screwdriver, nailclippers, a lighter? And...a cigarette butt. SAFE!|