Remember the post about Hardingfele rescuing the chipmunk
from her cat, getting bitten, and worrying about rabies? Turns out she was
concerned about the wrong disease; she should have been worried about the Black
Plague, as this story illustrates.
Toque McToque would probably not save a chipmunk, since she
is frustrated with one that keeps digging up her flowers. Here, in her own
words, is how her latest encounter with it went down:
On Sunday I was in the backyard and saw that f-ing chipmunk I’ve
been after on the back stoop. I ran towards it yelling, hoping to scare it
enough that it wouldn’t come back to my yard. It looked at me coming, turned
around, paused and then thought better of it. Next thing I know it’s coming in
my direction…..I screamed like a little girl and took off running. Turns out
that it was really headed for the gigantic thistles growing next to the
neighbor’s side of the duplex, nowhere near where I was. I thought my mom was
going to pee her pants laughing. So much for being tough!!
This could make an interesting movie too. Maybe we’ll have
to add another scene to our long-promised chipmunk movie, which does exist
except for Scenario I. Someday I promise to post it here.
Famous Hat
1 comment:
Maybe we can have the haz mat suits and yell bring out your dead. I wonder what the neighbor would think!
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