If you heard a startled yelp a moment ago . . .
That was from me. I came out onto the deck with my laptop and lunch, sat down and realized a decapitated red squirrel was lying at my feet.
Thanks, Jesse, but no thanks*.
At least it wasn't the decapitated head of a horse . . .
*lunch was delayed on account of carnage.
Thanks, Jesse, but no thanks*.
At least it wasn't the decapitated head of a horse . . .
*lunch was delayed on account of carnage.