The girls took it upon themselves to sweep them up on Sunday. And then of course jumped in them, scattering them all over the yard again.
However, I'm not nearly as concerned about that as I am about the dinner-plate-sized mushroom growing in the middle of my lawn. Eww. Ick. It's been raining a little, once every 3 days or so. Just enough to keep the lawn too wet to mow down the giant fungus. Which I suppose is probably the exact wrong way to take care of it, as I'm sure it would scatter fungus spores all over the lawn. But if any of you know how I feel about mushrooms (and I'm sure many of you do...) you'll know that I'm not coming any closer to that huge monstrosity than getting behind the lawn mower. Maybe I could handle a shovel. Maybe. Perhaps tomorrow morning I'll use my telephoto lens from the deck and take a picture of it to show you exactly how gross it is.
I know you're looking forward to that aren't you?