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 Since the warmer weather has been here, I've gotten glimpses out our front door of the local wildlife. Even though we can hear the stupid noisy traffic, our neighborhood is teeming with birds, rabbits, squirrels, and humans. The other day while mom and dad were sitting in the living room, dad said he saw me pacing back and forth, nearly frantic and all but trying to go through the screen door. If you look real close, you can see our newest visitor slithering through the mulch. I wanted to pounce something fierce, let me tell you.

I couldn't take my eyes off the intruder. Oh, how I wanted to play with him, and dad was like "and what would you do if you could get him?" and I was like "give me a second" and dad was like "you'd probably freak out and run upstairs and hide" and I was like "listen mister, I'm scared of lots of things but I'd pounce on his tail, whap him around a bit, let him get away a few inches and then pounce some more" and dad was like "right, right. You're afraid of your own shadow" and I was like "don't you have somewhere to be?" and he was like "just saying" and I was like "I think mom's calling you. Get out of my face" and then the not-plaything wound his way across our welcome mat and off into the grass and life went on.