Argfff I miss you guys!

Alright then, I think Chari asked me to share this with our blog. I put it on the other blog, but I realized she's here. Love you and miss you.

Like a thief in the night, these masked bandits made their way closer and closer to their mortal enemy: selfish humans. The kind who refuse to share their food.

[this is where we would include the photos, but with only text editor to use as processor, we are out of luck]


What did she call them? Irena, the woman could have been butch for all we know, her hubby and idiot, Chris, and their two cherubs, one, a greedy bastard, David, the other, lazy-as-heck, Dave-he's so lazy, he used the same name as his brother and shortened it, too.

It's not like they need food, if a stomach the size of my seven-year-old dog is any indication. And, before you ask, no, they aren't like the kids in Indonesia who can eat for a month if you can send thirty cents. You know, where their stomachs are huge but their bones are tiny. An optical illusion, if it weren't true and absolutely preventable.

Anyway, these guys stood up on their hind legs, Freddy Krueger blades in front... I mean paws and claws, and they, well, they begged. I thought they were in the fighting mood, seriously, but they were begging.

Although they were certainly more believable and, no doubt, deserving, than my own children, begging for money to burn or food they don't need, I did not give in. I stuck to my guns. I looked at the guns long and hard, too, but in the end, I thought, "I'm not in need of much protein. Besides, I don't even have BBQ sauce." I didn't shoot. Not even to scare them. If they could be scared at all.

Instead, these critters held us hostage in so many ways for three nights. We got the days off, but we'd be back in place by the time they showed up. I don't think they ever realized we left.