Tuesday, July 2, 2013

My husband the squirrel murderer

I forgot to mention this in my previous blog post.

We were on the way to our friend's house to go fishing when I suddenly saw the cutest little squirrel with the bushiest tail ever dart across the road. I was admiring it saying "Awww, look!" when it suddenly disappeared and I heard a little thud as the car wheel hit something.


Jonathan consoled me by saying that the squirrel could not have kicked the bucket but was just probably stunned. So I was happy again!



But then I saw him smirk.





In other words, there is now a squirrel shaped smear on Furches Trail, Murray, KY.

















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