Say It With a Head
Dear Local Wildlife (Or Dogs),
Please take steps to ensure that the following exchange never needs to happen again:
(1:04:24 PM) meloukhia: There’s a head in my yard
(1:09:28 PM) Tristan: ?
(1:09:43 PM) meloukhia: I’m kind of hoping that if I don’t think about it, whatever dragged it in will take it away again.
(1:09:56 PM) meloukhia: However, I would kind of like to water the garden, so I am facing a bit of a dilemma.
(1:10:02 PM) meloukhia: Also, I don’t really have space to bury a head.
(1:10:12 PM) meloukhia: Maybe I should toss it over the fence!
(1:11:07 PM) Tristan: um, what kind of head?
(1:11:36 PM) meloukhia: It looks like a possum.
(1:11:53 PM) meloukhia: I didn’t really examine it very closely, it was one of those “hey I’m going to wander out onto the porch with a cup of tea and OH MY GOD A HEAD!” kind of moments.
(1:12:02 PM) meloukhia: And some vertebrae, and some fur.
(1:12:09 PM) meloukhia: As I say, I really didn’t investigate much.
(1:12:20 PM) Tristan: dude
(1:12:28 PM) Tristan: well I’m off to soak my nuts
(1:12:37 PM) meloukhia: Uhm, that sounds lovely.
(1:12:42 PM) meloukhia: I guess I really should deal with this head problem.
(1:12:44 PM) meloukhia: It’s just. Ugh.
(1:12:45 PM) Tristan: (for soy milk)
(1:13:32 PM) meloukhia: Why me
(1:14:06 PM) meloukhia: Ok, afk burying a head.
Seriously. Please. Let me never say the words “afk burying a head” EVER AGAIN. If you’re going to kill/eat things in my yard, clean up after yourselves.
Thank You.
Also, someone else was using the shovel, so, I still have a head in my yard. If any of my local readers happen to be coming into town and happen to have a shovel handy, please let me know. Because, ew.
Tags: animals, fort bragg