There’s a pack rat under the Secret Lair.
Heh. I say again, There’s a pack rat under the Secret Lair.
No, seriously, there really is a pack rat under the Secret Lair, and the boys have taken it as a personal insult. As a result. Mssr. Pack Rat got his day started with a major existential crisis. He’s survived so far because his large, untidy nest snuggles directly against two pallets I put under there, on top of which is all my spare cedar siding. So he seems to have exited the nest, crawled under the pallets, and the boys can’t quite get to him. But it’s not for lack of trying, he’s having a very bad day and it isn’t even 5:30.
Dig this. He built a big nest right where Ghost spent most of yesterday snoozing to escape the sun. He built a big nest easily inside LB’s cable radius. Has he no sense of smell? What are the three laws of real estate again? Location, location and what?
He’s under there squeaking at the boys as if to say, “You better go away and leave me alone, or…”
Or what? You’ll bleed on them? You’ll stick in their throats? I should go catch him for the dogs, just to keep him from breeding and improve the species.
Oh, jeez, what a racket. I’ve got to go haul those pallets out or I’ll get no peace at all.
