Dirt Devil
This cute little creator of demonic disorder buries his food in Barbara’s orderly flower planters, leaving his root destroying chaos behind.
Today, while we were sitting on our porch, he cozied up as close as possible to his Saturday morning brunch site, hoping we were statues, incapable of deterring him. He sat there for quite awhile, eyeing us and calculating his chances for a quick hit and run nosh.
When he saw the potentially destructive power in her eyes, he chose the better part of valor and scampered to another food lair, pledging in his little heart to return when the power of her fearful presence was mitigated.
I guess it’s time to respray those pots with her famous hot sauce and water concoction. It effectively helps him choose better places in our vast backyard to enjoy his Saturday morning coffee break.
JG


This is so true - and very well written!
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