Thursday, February 14, 2008

Only a thin pane of glass saved me from the Killer Ground Squirrel.

Hungry after hibernation, everyone in Arizona knows better than to get close to one of these little varmints. They are wicked things, they'll lie to you, steal from you, sell your cats to a lipstick company. I looked up and it was examining me, probably wondering how much my kidneys would go for.

Lucky for that pane of glass.

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