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The rodent revolution has begun.


It was bound to happen. You can’t evict multiple families of vermin over the course of a summer and not expect retribution.

The other day? I spotted this:




Do you see it?




It didn’t look impressive, just a weed growing in the gutter. But when I asked the husband to grab a ladder and remove it?



We realized it was more like a potted plant.



With a large amount of potting soil.



Half of the down spout was packed with dirt and had to be removed.



Shaken heartily.



And unclogged with a screwdriver.



Piles of lovely dark potting soil were packed in there for what I can only surmise were nefarious purposes.

It was momma red squirrel, I know it.



That bitch has been plotting her revenge ever since I chased her children out of the eaves. And if you think a rodent revolution is ridiculous?



History disagrees.


Yes, another Revolutionary War museum post…..


But there was so much to see and I’m not even covering an eighth of it.




Oh, stop.

A little knowledge won’t hurt you, although these might.




While I’m not a general fan of firearms…




Even I had to admit they were beautiful in the 18th century.




The silver work was lovely.




And the under sides of the butt caps really did have grimacing faces… but the lighting, the glass cases, and the reflections prevented any of my pictures from being post worthy.




Everywhere you looked you were surrounded by history.




Which is basically my nerdy idea of heaven.

When I die? I want to find out who killed JFK, how the pyramids were built and the location of ancient Troy.


nerd girl


And trust me, I have a lot of shoes.




Impressive, right?




There was even a tree of knowledge. If only I could spread some of it’s seeds in our nation’s capitol today…..




Naturally we had to check out the surround sound movie.




Complete with battle scene sequence smoke rolling by on the floor.




And in my experience?

There are very few museums who actively instruct you to touch their balls.








Seriously big balls.




This now concludes the indoor museum section of our trip to Yorktown, Virginia.

Well, wait….

Maybe just one more thing.




Because who doesn’t love 244 year old rat skulls?