We had an uninvited guest drop in on us this week-end.
And the party in question promptly took care of the mouse problem we’d had in our compost bin. And it wasn’t this guy below.
And for some reason, he was really ticked when we asked him to leave and got all punk teenage bad-boy on us when we did.
In fact he was downright angry. Sabres drawn, rattles blazing.
I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
- Reports of rattlesnake bites in Arizona on rise (azstarnet.com)