Did I tell you that Mr. and Mrs. Nasty tried to sue me. LOL! Yep, they did. I had to get an attorney. Now keep in mind that I’ve worked in law offices now for over 40 years. I know a number of Judges on a first-name basis. Know their wives, too. Been to their homes.
So, anyway, the Nasties are suing me because I’m harassing them. LOL! Me, harassing them! Well, Mrs. Nasty’s outdoor flower died – she says I killed it. She even has pictures of me cutting the grass in my back yard to prove it! I’m still not sure just how mowing my grass relates to killing her flower plant which was on the other side of a 8 foot wooden fence that you have to peep through the cracks to even see her stupid flower.
But in addition to that, I apparently had the stomach to chop off a baby bunny’s head and toss it into the Nasties yard. Yeah, right. So anyway they were suing me over harassing them.
Their own attorney told them to find somebody else because they weren’t going to take it to Court for them. LOL! Nasties had to dismiss the suit. Bet that burned their butts.
I am not the type of person who would harm any animal – big or small. Take, for example, Rocky the Squirrel.
I was outside this Spring watching the roofer I’d hired put new shingles on my roof. I was just standing there and I felt something crawling on my leg. Low and behold, it was a baby squirrel – it’s eyes not even opened yet.
Apparently Mama Squirrel had met her demise and Rocky was getting darn hungry so he went looking for mom and found me! Lucky little thing.
I picked him up, got him inside, got him some warm milk in a bottle and fed him. Took him to work with me for weeks just so I could be sure he ate at the appropriate intervals throughout the day. As squirrels do, Rocky grew and grew. Eventually I was leaving him alone at home with plenty of food and water to sustain him until I returned.
Then, slowly I introduced him to the outside. Little by little, he gained courage and decided to check out the evergreen tree in the corner of my yard. Went to the top and stayed there for hours just enjoying himself. But food called so down he came and into my hands.
That little ritual went on for several weeks until Rocky finally decided it was time to leave “mom” and head out on his own. So I said goodbye to my little friend and allowed him to stay out all night. I sat food and water down for him as I knew he wouldn’t be the best at hunting his own food yet. So, at meal times, I’d see him out back and when I went out he’d still run up to me for a quick kiss and rub down. Then it was off to the wild back yard.
For months, he hung around. Watching when I came outside and still scurrying over to me but as all things do, he grew up and left home.