The Tale of Holiday Hillbilly
Well, we've been hearing something rummaging about upstairs for about
a week now and little Danielle has been waking me up frightened, screaming
as if Satan was hovering overhead, not letting me sleep for 30 minutes
at a time, even when locked in own closet(me, not tike). So daddy decided
to find out what was causing such a racket… Upon investigation of
the Attic, I found mutant droppings the size of Swart Kitty Hair Balls.
The holiday attic aroma was something to behold.
To catch the Miscreant, I ended up going to Harbor Freight to buy a trap
larger than a demented cocker spaniel. I baited the trap with cat food
(ok, so I also put some Santa cookies in for good measure).
Six hours later, we have a Christmas Miracle: Hillbilly
I delivered The Miracle to my last place of employment with a holiday
Happy 2008 and
Pass the salt!
- Daddy Swart