That's right, we have a cemetary. Why? I hear you ask. Well, a moth died. And I dumped it in the rubbish bin. And then we had tears and there was no way on this earth that I was going to go digging through the trash to remove it and bury it. So we struck a deal, the next moth to die would get a proper burial. This morning, two little furry, squishy corpses were waiting for J&C in the box. I had to keep my word.