Mighty Hunter
So I'm sitting here at the computer, reading my morning blogs and I feel someone brush against my foot. Thinking that Ozzie wants to play (or Sana wants love) I look down. It's Ozzie and he's brought me something. A twist-tie (the best toy ever)? No. A dead moth.
I quickly pushed the healthy fear one has when confronted with pure evil and reached for a kleenex. Reached down to get rid of the critter...and the wings fluttered a little bit. Very quickly picked it up and threw it away. In a garbage can where the lid seals. Now I only need to worry that it brought friends.
Ozzie, next time you want to bring me a trophy kill, finish it off first. Thanks.
I quickly pushed the healthy fear one has when confronted with pure evil and reached for a kleenex. Reached down to get rid of the critter...and the wings fluttered a little bit. Very quickly picked it up and threw it away. In a garbage can where the lid seals. Now I only need to worry that it brought friends.
Ozzie, next time you want to bring me a trophy kill, finish it off first. Thanks.
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2. I'm incredibly happy that I have a helper in the ongoing battle to keep Peder "moth free since 2003"