Sunday afternoon. Minding my own business in my second story workroom with a sewing project and reruns of Top Chef on the teevee (is it me? or does anyone else think this show is starting to suck . . . ) when BLAM-O! Squirrel terrorist attacks window, repeatedly flinging itself against glass.
But, things quieted down and, after a couple of hours with no repeat attack, I ventured outdoors to finish some seasonal decorating. And there – right on the windowsill was blood, fresh-looking and all frozen against the snow. BLOOD!
Freaky, in a cool kinda way.