in the yard prying open a big ACME crate, a bit too worked up over everything to step outside of yourself and assess what you're doing or where it leads. even to notice who you remind you of. later, high up in the air, you'll see. the catapult was never for launching squirrels. it was always for you
more mr. nice guy
I’m at war with three juvenile squirrels who have chewed the fuck out of everything in my yard. bought my kids a new water table last week and these fuckers gnawed a hole right through it. I got a motion-activated sprinkler and so far have succeeded only in accidentally spraying myself in the ass
ceej
I did not anticipate how much of home ownership was going to be battling little creatures
