of Petite La RougePetite McRed
Petite MacFecker continued at least until Sunday past.
Fingers, eyes and toes crossed.
friend dropped by to clean out the eaves troughs and while he was up
on the roof he asked if I had chicken wire and heavy wire and don't
forget cutters. I'm on it! The vent was twice wrapped with
chicken wire and tied off with the heavier wire. Ahhhh, it looks
bootiful I exclaimed.
afternoon the wee fecker returned from his neighbourhood patrol. I
could hear clawing and squealing while inside the house and so I snuck out
to the patio. There he was scratching and pulling at the wire. He
heard my giggles, turned and ran to a branch above me. Was he pizzed
off! He stood thumping his feet all the while nattering and
threatening me. I returned to safety inside for my camera.
he went to lay waste to the barricade. He managed to sneak half way
in under the first layer but backed out. Around and over he went,
snarling the entire time. He was not a happy camper, but I was and
rubbed it in with laughter and remarks such as “told ya sooner or
later I would win” and “I asked politely to cease the 1 a.m.
games of walnut basketball but you wouldn't listen”.
supper I went out one last time. His poor meI am
homeless now human stance didn't
fool me one bit. It was a
ploy. I knew that, and he knew I wasn't about to be sucked in no
matter how cute he was. He's been a shite disturber for a year and
now it was payback time.
night fell I looked out and saw him silhouetted on the eaves. I did
have a pang, just an itty bitty pang of guilt but what I've been
through the past year, feck him! Find another home, another red to harass and life will be peaceful once more. Well almost.
I came home to the garden and patio littered with walnut fronds. I
guess the pile is his way of saying, I may be out of your home, but
I'm near, very near. If only
one of the umpteen contractors, roofers, handy persons would return
my call to have ALL the vents replaced and electrically wired I
wouldn't feel the need to sleep with one eye open.
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
Tsk tsk tsk
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