Calvin comes running in the house the other day, tears streaming down his face, holding what looks like the bottom quarter of a pumpkin. Through his tears he is trying to tell me that yes in fact that WAS his pumpkin. My first thought. That damn black squirrel. So we go out to investigate. Where the pumpkin once sat, there is now only a stem and some seeds, oh and the base of the pumpkin to which Calvin is still carrying around crying about.
That damn squirrel will sit on our ledge of the front porch and stare us down, he brings all his nuts and such back to our porch and eats them there, our porch is a mess. Now he is messing with our pumpkins. I had the kids bring the pumpkins to the enclosed porch until I can kill that squirrel. We all know that Brian shouldn't be allowed to carry or shoot a fire arm, so I guess that leaves it up to me. HA just kidding, I think I better call my dad. Damn Squirrel.
No comments:
Post a Comment