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phosfateLong story, but the power company wouldn't cut my trees, so I got Will the lawn guy (hi Will!) to do it. Which he did, stealthily.
I come home yesterday with food and drugs, and have to make a couple trips from the house to the car to unload everything. There's something odd about the light, but I don't pay much attention. Then I see this squirrel come out of the bush by the window, and park on the invisible tree. And he starts yelling at me.
(The invisible tree is this tree I didn't even know existed until I hacked at the giant window bush, which got a bit out of control. I thought it was a part of the widgy tree. Nope. Whole new tree.)
I look at him. "What?"
*stream of squirrel cussin'*
"What? You're fine."
*more rodental invective*
So I walk over to the invisible tree. "What is your problem?" There are wood chips on the ground. And O HAI NEWLY TRIMMED TREES. Apparently Will was there. Or I was a victim of the Phantom Arborist, who has terrorized the prairie ever since the construction of Arbor Lodge. "Oh. Well, sorry."
*squirrel blue streak*
"Dude. It's not like anybody's gonna hurt you back here anyway. Look at you. You're huge."
*Jerry Springer beeps, curses*
"That would be more convincing if you didn't have a huge nut in your mouth, fatso."
I go inside. I am faintly disturbed that this tree rat is actually able to make the connection between Will and his chainsaw and me, and knows to blame me for it. Also, the way he was sitting on the branch, I got to see a lot more of his genitals than I really cared to. He was packing more than just the one nut, is what I'm saying.
I come home yesterday with food and drugs, and have to make a couple trips from the house to the car to unload everything. There's something odd about the light, but I don't pay much attention. Then I see this squirrel come out of the bush by the window, and park on the invisible tree. And he starts yelling at me.
(The invisible tree is this tree I didn't even know existed until I hacked at the giant window bush, which got a bit out of control. I thought it was a part of the widgy tree. Nope. Whole new tree.)
I look at him. "What?"
*stream of squirrel cussin'*
"What? You're fine."
*more rodental invective*
So I walk over to the invisible tree. "What is your problem?" There are wood chips on the ground. And O HAI NEWLY TRIMMED TREES. Apparently Will was there. Or I was a victim of the Phantom Arborist, who has terrorized the prairie ever since the construction of Arbor Lodge. "Oh. Well, sorry."
*squirrel blue streak*
"Dude. It's not like anybody's gonna hurt you back here anyway. Look at you. You're huge."
*Jerry Springer beeps, curses*
"That would be more convincing if you didn't have a huge nut in your mouth, fatso."
I go inside. I am faintly disturbed that this tree rat is actually able to make the connection between Will and his chainsaw and me, and knows to blame me for it. Also, the way he was sitting on the branch, I got to see a lot more of his genitals than I really cared to. He was packing more than just the one nut, is what I'm saying.
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Date: 2008-09-10 05:32 pm (UTC)hate squirrels hate squirrels hate squirrels hate hate hate