Battle Lines
Jun. 4th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolphins_logWe struck back today. We sprayed the back of the building, the one with a blanket of brown squiggly velcro, with a biodegradable soap. The little buggers don't like that. Uh uh. Those hit directly looked like so many sad soaked worms, their brown fur matted to them like the fur of a wet cat.
And they showered off the building. They are done... for today anyway.
Those in the grass, they proved their intelligence. They went for high ground. Unfortunately the high ground was Suzanne's feet. She had the misfortune of wearing open toed sandals today. She ended up plucking little brown worms off her shirt, out of her hair, brushing them off her pants. I could hear her yelp occasionally while she was in another room. She had found another one, that or her shirt tag tickled her neck.
As she and her husband were driving off today, Bud looked over at me with a sly smile and said "pray for me." He doesn't like to drive with a nervous passenger.
And they showered off the building. They are done... for today anyway.
Those in the grass, they proved their intelligence. They went for high ground. Unfortunately the high ground was Suzanne's feet. She had the misfortune of wearing open toed sandals today. She ended up plucking little brown worms off her shirt, out of her hair, brushing them off her pants. I could hear her yelp occasionally while she was in another room. She had found another one, that or her shirt tag tickled her neck.
As she and her husband were driving off today, Bud looked over at me with a sly smile and said "pray for me." He doesn't like to drive with a nervous passenger.
