Man, everytime I see or hear about a squirrel, mother and my sister come to mind. Apparently, they have gangster ones.
My mom (rest her soul) called me at work one day tickled. Gangsta squirrel 1 obviously tested his gangsta with the wrong person and they scalded his ass. He had a ring of pink around his neck and where there was no more fur. Gangsta Squirrel 1 saw my mother opening up windows and she jumped when that squirrel banged on the window and started cussin. (By this time I had my head with my hand over my mouth) Now I know that squirrel really didn't curse, but my mother was tickled at how mad he was. Like it was her who scalded his ass! What killed me was when she swore he was pointing to his neck and hitting the window like, "You see what they did to me?"
Then my nutty sister called me Sunday and there SHE Goes with Gangsta Squirrel 2. She said she was in the yard piddling around and tossing mothballs (which are supposed to keep the squirrels away) around her herbs. ( no she wasn't smoking thyme or parsely) She said she saw the squirrel and he came right up to her. (We call everything a He) She said she tossed a mothball at the squirrel and he picked it up and took a bite as if to say "What?"
Mannnnnnnnnnnnn, I am cracking up now laughing.,
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