When The Dormouse came home from her formal tea party the other day, she made out with a pantload of party favors: a cloth napkin, a teacup and saucer, several glow-in-the-dark bracelets, enough candy to choke a horse, enough glitter to get us through the next three holidays (unfortunately this all came home in her hair), and a purple feather boa.

The feather boa seemed like a great idea until we left the house for the first time.

When we got back and walked through the front door, it looked like a purple chicken had been butchered in our living room.

And dragged downstairs.

Where the culprits were having their way with it's corpse.

I kinda thought it was hilarious, but some of us weren't so amused.