Today is trash day at La Casa de Sewmouse. I hate that they moved it to Friday. It used to be Tuesday, which was great, because that way I could do massive cleanings on the weekend and haul out to the curb on Monday nite. Now the stuff waits in the bins until Thursday nite, and I have to be careful because there are rampaging raccoons around here.
Back behind our condo complex is a farmer's cornfield, and on the other side (the side by the expressway), before the expressway there is a greenbelt of about 500 yards or so with a stream that runs into a small pond up the way a bit, so we get our fair share of wildlife here.
Matter of fact, back a few years ago when I had hurt my leg and was using crutches to get around, I came home late one night and went to go in the back door. Our back doors are accessible through our gated back yards, all connected by one long fence that opens out by the garages. I saw what looked like a black cat shimmy under the fence just as I went to open the gate.
It wasn't until I actually got INSIDE the yard that I saw the 2 parallel white stripes.
It IS possible to run with crutches - just so's ya know.