Everyday while I am away.
A squirrel comes to play.
Seriously, it hangs out on the porch while I am gone. It knocks over pots and yesterday it brought a friend. As I climb the stairs it senses that it has been busted and starts having a little panic attack and eventually flings itself off the porch and hopes for the best.
For the last 20 minutes it has been hanging out just one step below the porch, giving me the hairy eye ball and hoping I will leave. What the hell is it looking for?
How rude.
xo,
LB
too bad it’s not a chipmunk. now that would be cute.
Clearly, this is a sign from Jesus that you need a pet.