There he was, asleep on my front yard. I stared at him to see if he was alive or not. He sure looked alive, cuddled up and breathing deep. He had look on his face that gave me shivers. He might have looked innocent to some, pausing to take a nap, but he chose to pick a spot to rest, up close and personal, right next to my porch, too close for my comfort. He had to go, and I needed to make sure he was going to stay asleep while I swiftly took him out.