We interrupt all this re-hashing of past months to bring some breaking news: a flying squirrel got into my house tonight. I do not know how, but Otto (cat) chased it into the boys’ room and looked to be doing a good job of hunting it right down, so Brad and I kicked Otto out and did a fair job of terrorizing it ourselves. It has now been re-released into the wilds of the front yard, just like in Wild America.
Up close they are very cute. Huge eyes, big flaps of arm skin. Itty bitty. I am so glad I got to see it so close, although it was scared out of its tiny brains.
The cats are angry, however, at the way things ended.