In the end, we are all just numbers, right?
This is what Evil Twin tells me. She loves Person of Interest. (So do I.)
So WhatTheHeck? That's right. The coyotes, raccoons, deer, skunk, bobcat, and other potential roadkill are now seeking new hiding places.
Evil Twin says it's the Aliens again. She is stuck on that theme, just like that show Ancient Aliens that usually presents the only answer to anything that can't easily be explained as Aliens (Imagine that!)
Um, well, Evil Twin loves that show, too.
WhatTheHeck is changing my view outside my front window. Yes, I am THAT neighbor, constantly at the window to see what is happening. This is between workouts, snack breaks, teaching classes, gardening, comforting cat, playing WWF, and all the other things that I actually do during the day!
Anyway, WhatTheHeck is surely a government conspiracy to control me. I'll let it change me, or at least change my perspective and be entertained by the shenanigans. The owner of the lot is a neighbor we call "Caveman" because of his wild dark hair. Oh, and because of his hairstyle, too. Snort. He reminds me of a bear. I think Mama owns the property being ravaged. Caveman was outside today, shirtless in the warm early spring here in Texas, pointing and gesturing all over the pathetic, almost-naked lot. I thought I saw Mama Bear, too. Oh my, I do wish they would just go back into hibernation and leave the land alone.
Cat is not liking all the noise. Caveman has used the new open space next to his batcave as a track for his dirt bike and other loud toys.
Buzz. Buzz. ROAR! Yee-ikes! I wish a simple flyswatter would do the trick.
It was nice while it lasted.