strange visitors

[freckles_and_doubt]

This afternoon I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies, by way of the necessary sustenance for the epic foot-slog that is watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest on DVD this evening¹, which is itself a sort of training run for the even more epic slog of watching At World's End in the cinema tomorrow. (In this latest instance, a train of native bearers may be required. Possibly with portable chamber-pots).

My culinary activities were mildly interrupted by an increasingly creepy sense that someone was watching me, and I looked up to see, through the kitchen window, the fixed, slightly manic gaze of the watcher:



The damned evil little rodent sat on the courtyard wall without moving for eight minutes by the kitchen clock, and kept up that horribly I-am-about-to-go-for-your-throat glazed stare throughout. I think it was trying to force me to hand over the pecan nuts by sheer mental coercion. I never did trust squirrels. Lock up your chocolate chip cookies.

¹ When I picked up the DVD, the video store clerk earnestly assured me that it was a very good idea to re-familiarise myself with the second film before watching the third. I'm not sure if this says more about the bizarre nature of our popular culture, in which Hollywood blockbusters have to be taken very seriously, or the labyrinthine complexities of the third film's plot.

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[(Anonymous)]

Cheeky little moppets, squirrels. There's one in my mother's garden that I hear has made the house decidedly its own territory. All very cute having fluffy wildlife hanging out on the couch watching TV with you, but it's stealing the chocolates (not interested in the choccy shell, actually, it sucks out the cherries and liqueur filling) - and recently took a chunk out of the wooden windowframe in protest at not being allowed inside on demand.

scroob

PS I liked the burgundy better.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Dear gods, alcoholic squirrels! Yes, I very much had the impression that this one was waiting, rather impatiently, for me to catch on and provide offerings, and was on the point of leaping through the window and taking matters into its own paws. They're becoming horribly unafraid: I think too many people must be feeding them. Sigh. Prolonged contact with the human race is very rotting to animal moral fibre.

I think I also liked the burgundy better, overall, which is a pity as I love this scrunched silk background. It's just that all the blues which work with it are too dark on most people's monitors. *clutches brow in frustrated artistic wossname*

[bumpycat.livejournal.com]

Dark? Who said that? (peers through the gloom)

Actually, I rather like it, even if it is rather a change.

I was also about to suggest feeding the squirrel, until Scroob detailed the alcoholic squirrelly vandal overlord.

[maxbarners.livejournal.com]

Either I'm uber-egotisticalical, or me and parfait spend way too much time at your house: I immediately assumed the title of this post referred to me and Teh Wife.

Squirrels ate most of the insulation of my gran's roof. Then she died. As far as I know, however, the two things are unrelated.

And, woo! PotC 3 tonight!

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

It can't possibly refer to you two, you aren't visitors.

:o

Re your gran, I'm rather more worried about the fact that the squirrels ate most of the insulation from her roof but they didn't die. Indestructible little buggers.