Comics & Varmits
May. 5th, 2005 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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In other news, my little demon, Lucy-fur, caught a mole yesteday.
She was digging in some leaves at the treeline. I went over to investigate and heard a squeaking sound. My first thought was she had gotten a bird.
"No, Lucy! Stop!"
She got the thing in her mouth and flung it into the driveway where I got a good look at it.
"Yes, Lucy! Kill!"
God, I hate moles.
She took her time with it, too. I almost felt sorry for the thing... until I remembered all the twisted ankles I got from holes in the yard. Die, you plantkilling bastard!
And, in still other news, I've spent most of the past few days squeeing like a ten-year-old girl at her first boyband concert.
Well, at least I'm not perving on the Harry Potter kid anymore. That's some improvement.
Now, must go watch National Treasure. BEANIE! *g*
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Date: 2005-05-06 03:52 am (UTC)Hey,
Dude, Moles are keen little insectivores with venomous spit! How can you
not love 'em?!!
Gav!
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Date: 2005-05-06 08:14 pm (UTC)not love 'em?!!
Easily!
Holes! All over the yard! Walking through our field is
like trying to get through quicksand.
Grrr. *hate*
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Date: 2005-05-07 06:20 am (UTC)Hey,
If I had moles, I'd love 'em and pat 'em and call them George...
We have Marsupial Moles here, but they live in the deserts and swim through the sand- they don't build Mole Holes...
Gav!