Mr. Dillo was trying to be SO sneaky------after days without a sighting and even talking about putting the trap up----GUESS WHO CAME TO DINNER LAST NIGHT! BIG MISTAKE---on Mr. Dillo's part. My ONE blush with a super power is my hearing! I hear EVERYTHING and sleep VERY lightly. At 4 AM, I heard something brush up against the plywood leading to the trap. I go outside with my flashlight and WHAT should I behold---Mr. Dillo has managed to push past the plywood and is in the garden. He should have gone to work for BP for he is BUSY drilling a hole on his way to the latest oil & gas find while throwing dirt, plants, and straw behind him. NOT HAPPY---NO NOT HAPPY AT ALL!!!!!
I come back inside and cannot find the bullets for the rifle. I wake BC and UP he springs ready for the hunt!!! HE GOT HIM!!!! Mr. Dillo flew STRAIGHT UP-2 feet off the ground and managed to run off. I am pretty sure he didn't get far. DEAD EYE BOB GOT HIM!
SO FOR NOW--the trap stays and the gun is by the door again. THOSE PESKY VARMINTS!
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Super! Or should I say supper, since I had signed up to feed the Bennett's diller omelets. Now I will have fresh meat if you'll go out and track him down for me.
Chrome Cowgirl
Way to go, Lady! You are one tough cookie...
One less pesky critter...some how that makes me sleep
a more peaceful sleep. Thanks guys.
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