Rat Update

Total Caught: 8

• # of Adult Rats: 4
• # of Absolutely Adorable Baby Rats: 3
• # of Normal-looking Baby Rats: 1

All rats were dropped off at the Toad Hallow Dog Park, near the tree directly to the right of the handicapped parking spaces.

No rats were harmed in the creation of this blog.

When eggs are this green, it is natural to become skeptical.

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Hip Hip HooraY!

And it looms over us like a baseball that has disappeared into the sun of the afternoon. Its up there somewhere, falling with velocity, accelerating with every second. This baseball was once unformidable but now that its falling invisible, it is consuming me.

A converstion I had Recently

"Nobody reads my blog."
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Stupid Mountains

My attempt to break the world's record for most consecutive totally awesome blog posts ends today. Tomorrow I'll be in the middle of the state trying to walk up a stupid mountain, and unless there is an Internet Cafe at the top, I will not have any access to BLOG until Sinday. Maybe there will be an Internet Cafe up there. That would make the mountain far less stupid for sure. What with all that connectivity.

Stupid Mountains

They can't even think about stuff or anything. What is the point of just being rocks and snow and a place for trees to grow until they reach a certain point and then it's, NO! No more trees. They make traveling difficult and steal the rain away from the oceans. I like valleys better. Good old valleys. Never can go wrong with that. What's that up ahead? I will always know the answer to that question in a valley.

Inside my nose right now, there is something that hurts, like a sore or a cut or something.

But I guess mountains make for better novels. And that song, it won't make as much sense. "From the valleys to the prairies?" I don't think so. So mountains, you may have won this round, but you are still stupid.

Advice For the Day

Feeling sick all the time is not normal.