Two days ago, my visiting friend Pauline and I nearly froze to death in my little cottage, and today….the power went out.
I’m really glad this occurred while Pauline was working at the library because if this happened while she was here, I’d really feel like I lived in a shed down by the river. Two days ago, my house was so cold, she was forced to wear clothes made for a lumberjack (Jake’s), topped with a winter hat that resembled the tip of a condom. (Scroll down to see it, posted 10/6/09.)
The power outage perp: A squirrel. The little devil somehow tripped the lines, and electrocuted himself in the process. Sure enough, the serviceman who came over to fix the problem fished the carcass out of the bushes just below the power lines. As you can imagine, the dogs became quite excited:
Pauline’s dog Parrot gave the fried squirrel the once-over. Do New York City dogs eat squirrels? Let’s find out….
“Mmm, looks tasty.”
It’s squirrel a la carte for Parrot and Sunnie!
Believe it or not, I actually didn’t let the dogs eat the squirrel….I just wanted to whet their appetites for my puerile amusement. Besides, how could I pass up the killer photo op when the serviceman was willing to pick up the carcass like it was nothing more than a basket of Easter candy?
Oh, and power has been restored.