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faithellen) wrote2006-06-12 07:32 am
faithellen) wrote2006-06-12 07:32 am
The wildlife, it is out to get me
So last night I took Hagen out for his last out going, and he saw a frog on the patio. "Hmm," he thought, and nosed it. It jumped, but not far. I suppose it wasn't interesting enough, because Hagen left it alone and walked me off to the corner of the yard. On our way back, I scanned for the frog, and didn't see it. "Hagen, the frog is clearly smarter than you are." It was around the word "smarter" that I felt my foot squelch on the side of the frog. And yes, I was wearing shoes, but that didn't undo the psychic damage. Nothing went crunch; the frog simply sat there like a smooshed gummi frog.
This morning, he was gone. Dead or not, I don't care; I didn't have to deal with a little carcass.
Dana got us a decorative wall sconce for the entryway, and I put together a little display of silk flowers and some moss, so it looked nice. Last week, I remarked to Dana that it was looking a little sparse, but I couldn't remember exactly what I'd put into it. This morning, I spied a bird flying out of the sconce.
So somewhere, there are very festive nests. And retarded birds.
And that's all the news that's fit to report.
This morning, he was gone. Dead or not, I don't care; I didn't have to deal with a little carcass.
Dana got us a decorative wall sconce for the entryway, and I put together a little display of silk flowers and some moss, so it looked nice. Last week, I remarked to Dana that it was looking a little sparse, but I couldn't remember exactly what I'd put into it. This morning, I spied a bird flying out of the sconce.
So somewhere, there are very festive nests. And retarded birds.
And that's all the news that's fit to report.