The Fi's sister ran over a squirrel. this is a first for me, I've never known a squirrel murderer.
On a related sidenote, I share the storied tale of Bucky, PES ESQ. As a child we had a cabin in N. Georgia which we frequented twice a year. Upon moving in, we had no indoor plumbing (no laughing, I promise we're not cheap; they had to hydrofrac...it's a whole 'nother story for another time). Anyway, we peed off the deck. I'm not scared, It's a true time in my development. I refused to partake in urinating after the sun set though because I was deathly afraid of a wandering squirrel climbing up the deck and chomping off my secret no-no parts. I would rather contract uromicetisis than have my twig and berries go for a midnight snack. For my 13th birthday, my parents bought me a plastic squirrel to place on the corner of the deck to "ward off roaming nut-grabbers." Thus my fear of squirrels and my congratulations to STBSIL for killing the bastard. Always keep a watchful eye for Bucky, P(enis) E(ating) S(quirrel), Esquire.
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