When I first moved here I cringed at carrion, and closed my eyes.
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For the same reason, I'm tempted to play "chicken" with the bunnies pillaging my vegetables and flowers. I cheer for Mr. Mac Gregor against Peter Cottontail.
Since a pesky squirrel pulled off a home invasion last year, we've trapped and released him three times. We discussed shooting him but we're unreliable with firearms and squeamish besides.
Today I spied a mysterious erect wisp rising straight up from the pavement. My brain fumbled to identify the waving plume until I got closer. It wasn't a feather, but a tail. Maybe that smacked flat squirrel kyarn was our pest.
I laughed out loud.