So the other night Thing One and I were having a conversation. It sprang from some Unidentified Insect Object that I'd glimpsed from the corner of my eye.
It was a thought-provoking debate on the moral issues of bug death. Both sides cared intensely about expressing their viewpoints. I was sure, though, that my unassailable logic had carried the day.
But at the end of it all, he looked at me and said, "So you mean to tell me that between having a mosquito carrying West Nile virus and a yarn-eating moth in your room, you'd take the mosquito?"
And he said it in kind of an incredulous tone. Like there might be a different answer than the one I'd given.
Huh. Go figure, right?
In Which The Spring Takes Its Time But Another Desperate Paw Reaches Out - It seems to have been grey and wet since November, and no end in sight. Oh the daffodils are pushing up bravely all right, and some of them are even showi...
4 days ago