Varmits
The baby squirrels are real! And there have been antics! It’s like someone read my dream journal or something. Wanna know how I know they exist? Because I saw one looking in my glass door in the middle of dinner.
Knowing that it hadn't been used or moved in years, the infant squirrel wisely chose the dust pan to hide behind.
The squirrels have also dragged the cover to our beach umbrella up to their middle of the porch roof lair. SAHS found it sticking out of the roof when he went out back one morning, which is a pretty sweet way to discover such a thing. They’re obviously in training for my flaming squirrel circus, perhaps working on some sort of parachuting stunt or something having to do with a tightrope. It looks like all of my squirrel dreams are coming true.
In other nature news, SAHS actually had to go up on a ladder to fetch my fat ass cat out of a tree. I thought that only happened in children’s stories and on When Good Pets Go Bad, but no–my cat actually got stuck in a tree. In a move that defies pretty much every law of physics and anatomy, he somehow made it about fifteen or twenty feet in the air. I would have paid big bucks to see how this went down, seeing as how he’s hugely fat, and doesn’t even have claws. Perhaps the squirrels and with umbrella where in on it.
F--. Now what?
Seriously, this sucks.
If only there was someone who no longer reports to work in the morning to get me out of this mess, and someone else with a lot of time on her hands to take my picture... Oh, wait...
Lastly, my spider has moved on, but the slugs are back and enjoying their nightly dose of Bud Light. It looks a little like Notre Dame’s campus after a home game when I go out there in the morning.
Sorry about all of the nature posts lately. There’s really nothing going on here for me to write about. For example, this is how we spent last weekend:
Sonofabitch!
I'd claw your eyes out, but since I don't have any I'm going to learn how to wield a knife without the use of opposable thumbs.
I’m in serious need of a life and some new material. Somebody send me a pig head in the mail or something.
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An important aside: Welcome Home Mike (formerly) in Afghanistan!
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I would haul my ass up a tree too if you dressed me in a purple yarn wig! LMAO.
Hey Amy! Thanks for the comment! It IS a lofty goal and I often wonder what I’m thinking….haha. I’m actually in the middle of that book right now and it is pretty freaking funny. I just read “The Unlikely Disciple” by Kevin Roos, and it was hilarious as well.
those slugs remind me of some parties i’ve been to
Oh, that poor cat.
Thank you! Nice to be back!
A pig head in the mail? Reminds of the time my dad’s neighbor was beat with a pig’s head. Now that was a tale to hear.
Regarding the cat…. as someone said in a book I just read, “Girl, you ever seen a cat skeleton up in a tree?”
They’ll figure it out eventually.