First off, thank you to everyone (with the exception of Marvin49, who suffers from bouts of laughter) for all the critter capture ideas.
As of 1: 30 p.m. today, my basement is now critter-free.
You may be wondering, “Wha? Huh? Grace won?”
Well, I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say what occurred in the basement is reminiscent of a particular scene in Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction.
Know which scene I’m talking about?
Here’s a clue. The character introduces himself with this line: “I’m Winston Wolf, I solve problems.”
Our own Winston Wolf did his job and left no trace.
Those of you who feel you must know what happened, I’ll never say, but I did take the low road and used one of the readers’ tips.
Right now, however, I am feeling a mite like Lady Macbeth, constantly looking at my hands and muttering: “Out, damnn’d* spot! Out, I say!”
And I'm trying to figure out what to say to Renee of the Humane Society when I return the live trap
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