You know, or should know, that I have written many times that I see them as rodents, which they are. Pesky, ever-present. Rats with bushy tails. But as I drove past White Pine school last Thursday on my way out of town, a squirrel ran out into the street, started to turn back, but instead came on and ran under my car. I heard the thump and knew I had hit him. Sure enough, he lay in the street as I drove away.
I felt terrible. I may have thought once or twice that I'd like to buy a gun and use it to shoot squirrels. No.
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Carol R is a close talker. Really close. The first few times we ever had a conversation, I backed up. I thought maybe she didn't mean to be so close. But now I just stand in there and take it. I mean we're almost close enough to kiss. We don't, though. And that is one thing I can be glad for.
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As I drove around the curve where the new construction is and came to the knoll with trees, I saw a deer just lounging in the shade. Very unconcerned. And it seemed quite right to see such a thing. Right here in downtown Boise.
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