GAG! ICK! GROSS! BARF!

As I was unloading groceries from our walk today, I noticed something in the bottom of the bag. I thought it was a chip of glass from a bottle (had bought some teriyaki sauce), so reached in and grabbed it. That's when I realized it wasn't glass, it was the cashier's stinkin' false fingernail. I yelped and scared the crap out of Chance, who had been happily scooting on the kitchen floor. He zipped 4 feet across the floor in a second flat, his arms and legs were just GOING. After I stopped gagging I washed my hands 3 times and then picked him up to comfort him. Yech!