July 15th, 2014

Macbeth the Usurper

Woodchuck

When we got home from the swim meet on Sunday, we witnessed a standoff between our cat (hunkered and ready on our low porch) and the neighborhood woodchuck (hunkered on the sidewalk). When our car hit the driveway, the woodchuck bolted like a bag of muscle and blubber, half-rolling across the lawn, for hell hath no fury like a little red car of fury. Once out of sight, he stopped in our wildlife area to eat.

The cat looked smug. "Ha! Humans for the win! This is why I have big friends, not-so-big-now boy."

That woodchuck is really hefty. I mean, totally hefty. Up on his hind legs, he stretches almost a meter. I figure, 30-50 pounds easy.

And the best part of this year? He who decimated our crop last year can't eat our lettuce this year. We put up a fence. Tool wielding humans for the win!
Macbeth the Usurper

Twelve Years

16 August 2002 will mark my 12th anniversary here on LJ, I'll forget about that in mid-August, so I'll celebrate now. In that twelve years, I've amassed four regular readers and the lofty social status of #7800 on this old blog.

I'd like to say that I've seen it all, but I am far from an early LJ adopter.

So here's to an even dozen years.