Elmer Fudd
Last Sunday, while working on the computer, I heard a crash, a loud bang then the pitter patter of feet coming from the basement. As time went on, I heard rustling in the furnace vent work. I KNEW no one had broken in the house (certainly no one small enough to be in the vent work). Boris (the cat)was sitting on my lap, so what ever could it be? Only one answer…..a SQUIRREL!! I promptly dialed hubster on his cell phone and relayed the bad news. Of course, he was busy in the field and couldn’t (wouldn’t) come home to save lil ole me from the big bad squirrel (which sounded like a freakin heard of elephants on the rampage, I might add!). Nope, he waits until sundown to come home and declare war on the critter. ( showdown at sundown! How Ironic! ) Anywho, he gathers up the gun, loads himself down with ammo (that ammunition for you city folk!) and proclaims, “If I’m not back up in an ho...