I'm starting to think Kacey Musgraves and I would be good friends. It always seems to be one story after another with her.

One time, a squirrel got in my house through the chimney, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Like, jumped-on-couch-tried-not-to-scream-while-a-rodent-is-running-around-the-kitchen kind of heart attack.

That must be the equivalent of what Kacey Musgraves felt when she found this in her house. I I have a feeling the South must have this problem a little bit more than we do up here in Buffalo.

Would you freak out?

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