Monday, April 5
Our snow reserves are melting away.
Ah, smell that fresh spring air.
Time to burn the fields.
Called out the exterminator to get rid of some pests.
Thatcher ants, pine beetles, yellow jackets...
Had to put the poopies in the garage while she sprayed the ants.
They explored. Nothing got broken, just slimed.
Of course, the reward was another cookie.
I know I am making progress. This pile...
is now bigger than this pile.
A little froggy out tonight.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...
