I made a big batch of chicken soup today with two carcasses. Karen had engineered strategic places for the bird feeders outside, only to have the squirrels attack all of them; at one point there were nine squirrels in our yard, and we witnessed a gopher chase a cardinal from the feeder, but couldn't scare the blue jay - and we want to save the environment for these things, these animals? God, how revolting. I almost wanted to napalm the entire backyard.
Elliott drank some of my beer today while I was cutting up veggies for the soup. He was chewing on a stalk of celery, then I turn away to add the cut veggies to the pan, and he immediately goes for my pint glass and drinks from it; Imperial IPA, 9.5%ABV. He seemed OK; not a good idea, especially with his infirmity, but he weathered it well.
These animals are just getting out of hand; could be end times, surely.
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