The Blasted Squirrel
I went squirrel hunting today. It was my last morning of freedom before returning to work . . . my precious little slumber was cut short at 7 am by thundering in the attic followed by devious scratching. My nemesis - the squirrel - had come back for more. He may have gotten the better of me in the last battle, which ended with me falling off of a ladder flat on my back underneath the attic opening. But, this time I had renewed vigor.
I sent my wife and child out of the house into the cold on reconnaissance, and I stormed the attic armed with peanut butter, a flashlight, and a beating stick. Squirrel, my spotters saw you fleeing . . . coward. Its only a matter of time until you’re mine.
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Oh yea, since 99% of you are probably only looking at this website for updates on Luke, I have thrown in a nice picture of Luke and his mom to keep you happy.
I sent my wife and child out of the house into the cold on reconnaissance, and I stormed the attic armed with peanut butter, a flashlight, and a beating stick. Squirrel, my spotters saw you fleeing . . . coward. Its only a matter of time until you’re mine.
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Oh yea, since 99% of you are probably only looking at this website for updates on Luke, I have thrown in a nice picture of Luke and his mom to keep you happy.
posted by Pmcd @ 8:43 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:09 PM,
Janelle said…
So cute of Luke and Laur, but I have to admit, I was rather taken by the story about the squirrel! Way to go dad - you must protect the pack! Keep us updated on the furry little coward and your hunts for him. By the way what's with the peanut butter??
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