And there was much rejoicing
Yesterday, while stringwoman was trying to get Simon and the Barking Machine inside, Mr. C.A. (Pretty Boy) Floyd squirted out past her feet and into the great wide open*. We spotted him a couple of times, and nearly had him cornered once, but he evaded us, and vanished into the underbrush.
This morning, while my landlord was in the back yard, with the basement door open, the rebel without a clue** crept into the basement. Now we have him shut in there, although he's not coming when we wave gooshyfudz around, and the basement has enough things in it that he's not easily cornerable. But at least he's not wandering around outside in Get-hit-by-a-truck Land.
*Yes, under them skies of blue.
**Tom Petty, thank you so much.
This morning, while my landlord was in the back yard, with the basement door open, the rebel without a clue** crept into the basement. Now we have him shut in there, although he's not coming when we wave gooshyfudz around, and the basement has enough things in it that he's not easily cornerable. But at least he's not wandering around outside in Get-hit-by-a-truck Land.
*Yes, under them skies of blue.
**Tom Petty, thank you so much.