YUCK!

I was outside in the backyard playing with the two boys today. My phone rang and I ran inside to go get it. (Isn't this how all horrible stories start off??)
So I picked up the phone and it was Matt. After a couple of seconds I turn around and Grant was there with a huge smile on his face holding a HUGE, DEAD, NASTY rat in his hands. I started screaming which made him drop the rat and run to me because I scared him so bad. I picked him up and ran to the kitchen where I coated his hands and arms in anti bacteria soap. I was still freaking out trying to wash his hands with Matt wondering what the heck was going on. After washing his hands I then had to scoop up the rat and take it outside to throw away.
On one hand I am very thankful that Joey found the rat and killed it. (He tends to kill any thing that moves in our backyard) I just wish Grand hadn't found it, picked it up and brought it to me!