Living on 2 acres in a Bird Sanctuary gives the kids a lot of room to move and explore. We take regular trips into the ‘Jungle’, hunting bears and bugs, and conquering fire breathing dragons.

We took one of these journeys shortly after we arrived in Florida, and made a magnificent discovery.

Bones.

A perfect, clean, white Skeleton. 

The kids and I spent a while inspecting them, trying to decide what kind of animal they may have come from. An Opossum? A Racoon? A Cat? I even looked online, but couldn’t find the answer.

We let the bones rest for quite a while, stopping by on various Expeditions to make up wild stories about the Animal’s Demise… each story more fantastic and unbelievable than the last.

Today we finally moved the skeleton.  Darling Husband wanted to give my Little Paleontologists a chance to practice their skills in the sandpit. He did soak it in bleach for a few minutes, just to make sure it was hygienic.

Samantha got to work right away, burying the bones carefully in the sand and ‘discovering’ them all over again.

There’s a part of me that is a little grossed out. Mainly because I think that I’ve discovered the Identity of the Bones… I’m pretty sure that it’s what’s left of The Devil Cat that stalked our family for several years.