"Mommy, we found a dead mouse"

I was getting dinner ready. I had just called them in from being outside.

Ava: Mommy, we found a dead mouse!
Me: Oh...ok, um, it's time for dinner.

Ava: Yeah, look see?

Me: um...no, no, no, no, please, the mouse can stay outside, baby, please put it outside (I'm not looking at it or them, I'm deliberately facing the wall)

Ava, bringing the mouse into the kitchen: no, look! So cute! (petting dead mouse - she's wearing gloves, thank goodness!)

Me: PLEASE PUT IT OUTSIDE!!!!!

Steve: good job baby, let's put him outside though. (Calm as a fucking cucumber, of course).

Ava: he's so cute (omg! wtf?)

Mila: after dinner let's build him a house!

Me: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. PUT IT OUTSIDE. Ok, so I didn't swear at my kids. But for the love of God, put that fucking thing outside.

They left him on the steps and I scared the shit out of myself this morning. Ugh.

Here's the thing. I don't mind nature.

A live mouse - totally cool.

A DEAD ONE? GROSS.

We obviously made them wash up, jump into a bucket of bleach, etc. and then...had dinner.

Here he is, in all his glory. RIP little buddy. 

Last year she brought me a dead snake...on a stick....also while I was making dinner. 

Mind you, this is from the same child who literally freaked the fuck out when a ladybug was on her shirt.