Sunday, July 17, 2011
Fried Squirrel Yum! Want Me To Send You Some?
For a rodent that has 365 different classified species or so, you'd think that the little buggers would be in the know. At least by now, that chewing on a wire won't make them go meow. They'll still be little rodents running about and at the very least have no snout. As it will be fried, but with a little ketchup applied, the cat says they make a yummy snack, and go great with the rat burger I mentioned earlier at my shack.
But I guess with the brain the size of a walnut they should just stay in their hut. Oops I meant drey or if it's in a tree it's a den, hell let's just say bay. Yes these little rodents annoyed the cat, as after I woke Pat, everything seemed all fine, yet once the light switch didn't work, we looked around and saw one got fried on the powerline.
Oh that big juicy wire just looks so yummy, I want it in my tummy. Yeah I think that walnut size is over stated, maybe those facts were dated. But the best part was the light switch didn't work, the fridge conked out like a jerk, yet two feet away the microwave was having a great day.
The dumb rodent couldn't even do the job right, as during it's powerline fight, where it had to try and gulp those yummy wires down, it only took half the power out in that part of town. So a light switch worked here, yet a plug didn't to the rear. Of course the stuff that needed to be plugged in, was so far away from the working plugs Pat had to give a few extension cords a spin.
Actually it was quite funny moving things around to fit certain plugs, maybe that squirrel took some nasty drugs. But just as everything was on and plugged back in, as Pat didn't let the squirrel win. Not even a minute later it all came back on, I think that squirrel was a demon spawn. It probably laughed at making everyone do all this switching around, as it fell crispy to the ground.
So of course had to go and put everything back, thanks to this dumb rodent's powerline attack. But if you are looking for something good to eat and those blackberries over you know where look too sweet. I can still go out and scrape it off the grass and mail it to you from bush #3 where I reside, with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.