Uh-oh

My parents have been out of town for the last week. They left me in charge of everything. Eh, no problem, right? I've house-sat (house-sitted?) for strangers on several occasions-- staying in my own house should be no sweat. And it hasn't been an issue. Until today, that is.

See, Mom has chickens. Not many, only about 5. Said chickens only need to be fed and watered about every other day. So that's what I've been doing. I checked on them before I went to school yesterday, and they were happy as... well,... chickens in a hen house. I went out to check on them today when I got home and, well, they were dead. Yeah. Dead's a pretty good word to describe it. Basically massacred. It looks like a raccoon or something got in above the walls and had an unexpected party. What a lovely picture.

Some house-sitter I am, huh? I emailed Mom today-- we'll see what she says. :s