Saturday, December 28, 2013


"Get up! A crime has been committed! Our one and only string of tiny colorful lights by the birdfeeder is gone!

Hmmm, let's take a look.
Ah. I think the culprit has returned to the scene of the crime. 

You there! Squirrel!



"Who? What? Me?"
 Yes, you. I think you chewed right through that string of lights, 
and carried the whole thing away to your nest. 

"Me? You're accusing me??"

Yes, and I'll tell you why:
I saw you holding a tiny yellow light bulb in your adorable little hands one morning, not long ago.
I thought at the time it looked rather odd.
A squirrel with a light bulb.


"But if I did take the string of lights...and I'm not saying I did, mind, but if I's only because I needed some cheering up.
Your squirrel-proof birdfeeder is driving me a bit crazy.
So if I wanted some little glowing lights to brighten up my nest, well, who could blame me?" 
Okay, squirrel. I take your point. 
And if you did take the string of lights...and I'm not saying you did, mind, but if you is that "brightening up the nest" plan working out for you?

"About as well as that dog's plan to catch me by barking."