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Nom nom nom…
(If you’re wondering, he’s eating half a foamy fry.)
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Can I come out yet?
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May I have some more, sir?
Pogle wanted everyone to see what 3 tons (he says) of brick looked like: My new 225 gallon rain water tank: And a shot of the volunteer daffodil blooming: Now to try and get the ferret to sleep again (it’s 4 AM). >.<
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Hey, what’s in here?
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Kill the squirrel! (Well, I think it’s a squirrel…)
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I like pants.
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Obviously, the ferret plans our doom while we sleep.
I’ll just have to distract him by getting up at 2AM and putting him in his playpen. … Or is that what he wanted all along? >.>
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No minion for Minion…
The ferret we were trying to adopt has already gone to someone else. Not really our fault, since Charlotte-Mecklenburg County Animal Control is difficult to work with, to say the least. *sigh* Have a consolatory Minion picture:
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What do you mean, what am I doing?
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Why can’t I have normal weeds like everyone else?
Mutants #1-6: (bonus toe for scale) Mutant #7: At least there were a couple of rays of sunshine in my garden: Volunteers!