A Funny Little Bedtime Story

Last night David, the puppy girls and I were all snuggy bugged down in bed. We had said our good nights to each other when I noticed GinGin (the one on the right) rooting something with her nose.  Hmmm, it's pitch black dark and as I picked it up, I thought this is cold, limp and wet just like a piece of raw chicken, and at the same minute I thought where on earth did they get a piece of raw ccchhhiiiccckkkeeeeeennnnnn!!!!! SSSSSCCCCEEEEEEAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! WhenI realized that it was a dead mouse, I threw it.  That's right, I threw it.  I got up turned on the lights and of course I couldn't find it.   And of course David hasn't moved and is lying there snickering.  GinGin and I saw it at about the same time.  She nose dived off the bed to retrieve her mouse, snatched it up and under the bed she went.  By this time I was cussing a blue streak.  And freaking out is putting it mildly.
My dear David who sleeps in the buff, had yet to move.  Soooo, I snatched the cover back, smacked him on his butt and said....no screeched..."get your nekkid @$$ out of the bed and get that /)@^^# mouse!
I tricked GinGin out from under the bed with a puppy treat, while David searched for, found and replaced the batteries in the only flash light, got the little dead mousey out from under the bed with a broom and deposited him in a plastic bag outside in the garage.  (Oh and he did all of this still in the buff.  I wanted to take a picture of him buck nekkid on his hands and knees looking under the bed.....)
But I was still beyond upset....here is a sound bite....it's all your fault blah blah blah....'cause if you had just got the mouse traps earlier this week like I asked you to blah blah blah..........but noooooooo.....nothing is more inportant that hunting....yada yada yada.....
Sigh.