A week and some days ago we picked up our first house guest visiting from California. As the three of us sat packed in our truck for the 30 some mile drive back home, our guest noticed a sign warning to watch out for “Extreme Wildfire Conditions.” Except that she read it as “Wildlife” and asked what the heck kind of dangers were we facing.
We laughed, and laughed, and continued our catching up.
Looking back on that conversation, it would seem that perhaps she had been on to something. Because within one week we’ve had multiple wildlife situations.
For example, i walked out our front door to start a load of laundry.
But then i looked down.
*Ew ew ew ew ewwwwwwww.*
I’m guessing maybe it thought i was going to save it and flip it over, because when i came back out of our garage / laundry area it didn’t seem to be as happy.
Then Husby informed me that there was a dead rabbit in our back yard. How it got in there, we have no clue. How it died, also a mystery.
I did offer to dispose of it myself, but Husby grumbled something like “I’ve GOT this” and set out with a garbage bag.
Thankfully he made up for his totally LOVELY behavior by taking care of this mess that ALSO showed up on our front porch.
And with that, i am officially declaring an“Extreme Wildlife Conditions” warning.