No, it's not Blood...

We went a little crazy this summer picking berries. The blue, the straw, the rasp and any other kind we could lay hands on. I'm guessing there's a good 40 pounds of 'em in the house at this very moment. (not including those we already "eated.")

True Story: I ate SO many blueberries, the baby (Mia) had blue poo in her otherwise pristine BumGenius. I was going to take a picture but then this post would've been PG-13. It was that gross/scary. Trust me. I'm still seeing a counselor:)

But I did take this:

Caught. Red-Handed.
(Death of a Good Strawberry By Mauling.)

Poor thing. What a way to go...she doesn't even have teeth yet.