SAFETY IS SAT BY THE FIRE

Last night I was kicking at a curious bedding of straw in the backyard of an open house, and I uncovered a dead frog.

Which felt particularly, um, biblical. Especially given that it was the first night of Passover.

So I dumped a couple of buckets of lambs' blood on the kids and got the hell out of there.

We won't be making an offer...