Strange Request

It took just one tranquilizer dart to knock it down. She wrestled its slick, wet body back to the car, hoping she could get the job done before it woke up.
She would use the laundry room sink, she decided. The bathroom sink was too small.
It was a struggle to get it into the house. Still unconscious: good. Those teeth looked dangerous, and that broad, flat tail looked like it could deliver a mean slap.
She applied the shaving cream and got to work, snapping a fresh blade into the razor.
“Sometimes men make the strangest requests,” she thought.