Over the past day or two, I've felt rather zealous about closing our two dumpsters' doors -- all four of them. Why? Well, the other night, I went to throw out some trash when I heard something fall on the ground. I assumed the worst, yet found only some trash, which looked like it might have fallen from a bag with some tear marks in it. Failing to see anything living, other than the heaps of trash, I went on my merry way.
The next day, I obtained my evidence: A bandit-faced creature, skulking near one of our dumpsters and trying to look pitiable. I starred it down and it tucked it's tail and ran for the hills (which were only a few feet away, anyway).
Now I imagine you can now understand my conviction for securing the dumpster doors (even if someone else left one or more open).
Finally, we end where I began: Depositing some valuables into the dumpster.
With proactive zeal in my heart and bodily safety on my mind, I approached the far side dumpster, as one of its doors stood already ajar. After delivering my fragrant treasures, I went to close the dumpster door when, "Yeaaaaaaaahhhh!!" some animal shot out -- thankfully, away from me -- and booked it like a teenage-girl running to procure the latest Twilight installment. After overcoming heart failure and flashing images of rabid claws sinking into my flesh and long nights in a stiff hospital bed, I caught my breath and slowly walked away, thankful to have my skin and good health intact, ready to take the trash out another day.
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| Okay, so the title is slightly misleading |
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| Cute and cuddly, eh? |
3 comments:
Sounds like its time to get a gun. Don't you live in Cincinati?
Hey, maybe we can train one of them, like my squirrel pet Trixie and that could save us money on buying a pet!
Winning!
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