Just this morning a HUGE possum was trucking it across the next door church's lawn. Holy Possum, Batman! It looked like this one:
I know, like right? And the above mentioned Mr. Hammermaster went jogging past moments later. What little did he know!
Then I drive my daughter to choir, and the radio announces black bear spottings in Ballard. Ballard is a CITY, everyone. A black BEAR.
Then my girls are going hiking later today with a family that keeps an eye out for cougars on their property. COUGARS.
This is the Wild Wild West, so everyone can just stop laughing at me. Do you hear that, Mr. Hammermaster? I say, "Jog a little faster."
