Wednesday, October 13, 2010
We are preparing a backyard service for our pig. I made Andrew dig the hole. The ground is harder than, well, dirt.
Me: Keep digging
A: This is deep enough.
Me: No its not. The only people who dig shallow graves are serial killers.
We tucked him into a shoebox and waited for Peter to come home from his football game. I could hardly get the words out "the squirrel is gone."
"Let's get this over with," Peter said. "I have lots of homework."
Off we trudged through the rain to the hole in the yard which was of course too small. He made it into the ground wrapped in his favorite towel. "You're a good squirrel, " they both said.
I must have been talking to the squirrel for 5 years and never knew it. As I worked around the kitchen I found myself talking to him and he's not there. Now I just sound insane.