I am officially OVER 2020.
Today on the porch, I'm having a nice mutual meltdown with bink about how some people think face-shields are as good as masks (they're not), when I hear a chorus of squeaky chirping... from inside the house.
I look in, and there's a chipmunk in the living room.
It ran away into the other room. I went and got a broom to escort it outside, but then I couldn't find it.
I swept up a bunch of little droppings though--has the chipmunk been living under the couch?
IS THIS A CHIPMUNK INVASION????
I don't know. I'm hoping the chipmunk got back out through the tear in the screen door the cats made, which I assume is how it got in in the first place.
I taped the tear up real good with duct tape,
so I've either sealed the chipper in the house or have made built an impenetrable wall of duct tape...
But really.
Will this madness never end?
What are you going to throw at us next, 2020?
I guess if I've got duct tape, I can handle it... Probably.
P.S. I am cheering myself up by reading Lanterne Rouge: The Last Man in the Tour de France, by Max Leonard--a history of all the bicyclists who have come in last in the great race. Of course if you even finish the damn thing, you're a winner.
Just keep pedaling.
Today on the porch, I'm having a nice mutual meltdown with bink about how some people think face-shields are as good as masks (they're not), when I hear a chorus of squeaky chirping... from inside the house.
I look in, and there's a chipmunk in the living room.
It ran away into the other room. I went and got a broom to escort it outside, but then I couldn't find it.
I swept up a bunch of little droppings though--has the chipmunk been living under the couch?
IS THIS A CHIPMUNK INVASION????
I don't know. I'm hoping the chipmunk got back out through the tear in the screen door the cats made, which I assume is how it got in in the first place.
I taped the tear up real good with duct tape,
so I've either sealed the chipper in the house or have made built an impenetrable wall of duct tape...
But really.
Will this madness never end?
What are you going to throw at us next, 2020?
I guess if I've got duct tape, I can handle it... Probably.
P.S. I am cheering myself up by reading Lanterne Rouge: The Last Man in the Tour de France, by Max Leonard--a history of all the bicyclists who have come in last in the great race. Of course if you even finish the damn thing, you're a winner.
Just keep pedaling.
