
A squirrel in a walnut tree

A squirrel in a walnut tree

Still keeping America in business (and China, too), but this time with two legs. Just wait till I get my stimulus check!
I have found the key to the treasure . . . Continue reading “The key to the treasure”
Sydney ate the poor widdle mouse she caught (ugh! with a soft crunch crunch — I had to leave the patio), and then soon after barfed it up. Also on the patio, of course. Guess I should have gotten a photo.
Well, it was getting dark and I just didn’t feel like dealing with it. I left it for the morning.
Got up this morning and checked the patio. No mouse barf!
Thank you, possum!
Every household should have its own possum. They make the best mess-disappearers.
The victim: An innocent young mouse, cut down in the prime of its life. Continue reading “A crime of nature”