May 31st, 2011

kiss, blush, surprise

A squirrel... I am not match for a squirrel...

I was stolen from today.
You see, I was working on Shields for the Anthrocon convention [Rawhide pieces, suspended in a hoop]. As customary [and traditionally] I left them outside in the sun to dry off.
I had left out a variety of sizes- from 5” and 6” diameter hoops, to 1” diameter hoops.
As they were drying, I went into the kitchen to eat some lunch. Keeping close eye on my Shields form the window, since I worried that the gardener might come in and knock them over, or that someone might come by and take one.
My worst fears were realized.
I was eating my pickle when I see our resident fuzzy "short ears" [Squirrel] come by and casually inspect these intrusions to her [his?] territory. All to casually she inched closer and closer... before MAKING OFF WITH ONE OF MY SHIELDS!
She took a powder blue one, of the 1” diameter... small enough for her little jaw to make away with it!
So I was sitting there STUNNED in my kitchen… what was I going to do? Run outside and run up the tree to get her?
Clearly, she needed it to decorate her little tree nest or something.

I took the rest of them back into the house, and let them dry by the window in the living room.

I was robbed by a squirrel.