Chlofused: What did I just do?

 I am so Chlofused I can't quite figure out what I am doing!  Yesterday started like every other day.  I went out and did some business.  While I was outside, I saw a terrible incident!  My mom's planter had fallen and spread all over the ground.  The flowers will never make it if the seeds are not in the soil!  I went straight into Sherlock Chlo mode and decided to do my own investigation.  As I was pondering the scene and marking the territory off, I caught a scent of something not so great.  It was most definitely not a smell from the grill.  As I followed the scent, I apprehended my first suspect:  a small garden snake.  I swear I was only going to question him, but Chlo the huntress came out.  I thought he would be the next great delicacy that would allow me to launch a new blog about food, but one lick and I knew it was no bunny.  The more I thought about the scenario, the more I truly believed that the snake was innocent.  I decided to close the case contributing the broken door to the large amount of rainfall we had over the last few days.  I hope my mom doesn't launch into Sherlock Kara mode and discover I am responsible for the end of our very dear snake friend.  I was so distraught I even did the slow motion guilty walk of shame into the house.  I believe my mom suspects something is up.   Hopefully she still loves me and give me my regular treatos.  I have a picture of our deceased friend, but I will spare you the agony.