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Sometimes you see things that are just…. wrong.
And that’s what I saw the other day. A product that’s beyond wrong and well on its way to horrifying.
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For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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Ack!
Who in their right mind would purchase this abomination?
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I’m going to have nightmares about this, I just know it.
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Can you see her?
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I didn’t at first, but then she started chattering.
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Even then she was hard to spot.
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Who knew momma red was so good at blending in….
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When you’re a housebound cat, squirrels on the patio furniture are the ultimate tease.
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So close!
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Poor Dudley.
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Even Momma Red got in on the game.
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His Lordship was actively cackling when she showed up.
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So close, and yet so far.
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She’s back.
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And this time she brought reinforcements.
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She was running to and fro, across our deck, up and over the roof.
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Plotting her next invasion location.
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But the worst part?
Look….
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She’s trying to recruit the grey squirrels!
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Because it looks like we’re going to need these again.
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It’s true. I’m starting to feel like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.
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Agree or disagree, it’s still funny.
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Yes! That’s it exactly….
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I fill those darned things three times a day, stop complaining.
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No political comments necessary.
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Wouldn’t it be great to always have an umbrella handy?
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No more rooting through the nightmare that is your hall closet or under your lost french fry infested car seats.
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Every time it rains?
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You just flip your built in umbrella up over your head… and the problem is solved.
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And damned if she doesn’t look like she just gave birth.
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We’ve sealed up every hole we could find, but that won’t stop her.
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She’ll just chew through another wall.
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How can something so small can be so destructive?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her from the window and was very interested.
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Which might be just the incentive I need to allow him to go outside.
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This month’s calendar squirrel is a duet.
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And really, for all the aggravation our resident red bitch causes us …. I think a concert with rodent sized baby grand and vocal accompaniment is the least she can do.
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More photos from January. This was actually our last sighting of the rodent who must not be named.
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I’d like to think she’s gone to that large oak tree in the sky..
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But with my luck she’s just recruiting interspecies mercenaries and planning her next attack.
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Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of her…
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In the continuing saga that is my kitchen calendar ( Bless you my loyal readers, the content here at River’s World is sometimes less than thought provoking ) we have now arrived at April.
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The rodent featured this month seems to be knee deep in a pagan celebration of spring. But seeing that we live in Maine, where May can bring snow …. our resident red bitch from Hell is probably not celebrating in kind.
No, more than likely she’s gathering up dead grasses and leaves in anticipation of building a nest for her future demon offspring in our one of our eaves.
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The battle continues.
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