I smell venison!
One of my neighbors apparently has had enough and hired mercenaries to dust Bambi. I could not be happier about this. It could be a trend: fed-up suburbanites ditching the sprays and motion sensors and going for blood. There were THREE of the giant rats cute little critters shamelessly munching hostas in my front yard just this morning. Totally ignoring my cat, I might add.
I just have one question–how can I get these guys to come hunt over here? And will they sell me the meat? Because I haven’t had venison since we were in Europe, and I think it would be darn good cooked in my new Dutch oven. After all, it’s free-range!
And, on the subject of critters, one of the neighborhood squirrels is seriously freaking me out. He’s been sort of circling me when I sit on the front porch–you know, like they do in a city park, hoping for a handout. I know it’s the same squirrel every time because he is on the small side and has a dark ring around his tail.
Well, today he actually tried to come in the house! I was standing right there in the doorway and he was dodging and weaving, trying to get a look inside and coming within inches of the door sill–and my feet! I guess he’s figured out where the food comes from, or maybe one of my neighbors has been feeding him. In any case, he is just way too smart and scares the crap out of me. Oh, and he’s not worried about my cat, either. My cat who is actually really GOOD at killing things. Which really makes me wonder.
That’s it, we need to get out of this suburban house and back into the city–the wildlife around here is getting totally out of hand.
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