I have to get rid of this literary constipation.
Tried pouring Medimucil in my ear, but that just made me deaf on one side.
Mrs. Frisby recently did a disappearing act on me that sent me into a real tailspin. I am certain she exited the RV and eventually found her way back in, but for a day there I was sure she was gone....and I was a basket case.
"Large, heavily armed lunatic wandering around the desert, throwing yogurt chips at everyone and weeping for his "doodle" to come play."
I'm not proud. But probably won't be running for office.
HAPPILY she returned after two days, leaving me with that ambivalent feeling...
"First I am going to cry like a little girl and kiss you and snuggle you to death. Then I am going to BEAT YOUR FURRY BUTT!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
So this launched another round of glider proofing. No matter where it was, I had to find that hole, and plug it. Their secret passage gave them access to the inside of the walls--effectively allowing them access anywhere...even on top of the rig--or under it.
I am certain this is how Aria was lost.
With refreshed resolve I tore the bedroom apart.
Not figuratively. With a claw hammer.
"Yeah, she's a beauty! Low miles...generator sounds
good doesn't it? Yeah...that...that's a skylight. Yeah...in the floor...I know...it's....avante garde! Everyone's doing floor skylights now. There's lots to see under there! You could camp your rig over a...um...gopher hole...and watch the gophers..."
I am never selling this rig. They will have to bury me in it.
I think I have added enough caulk, wood, and wire to float it to China.
Amphibious RVs...you heard it here first!
Each time I thought I had plugged the hole, I would lock the Gliders in the bedroom. But eight times they quickly emerged from the AC vents to get back to the treat jar.
But on TEST 9....they didn't come out.
They stayed locked in the bedroom...unable to find a way out.
That was a few days ago. We have since reopened the bedroom for glider access, giving us back a much needed bit of harmony. Now we can all sleep together in the same room again.
Trying to keep the dogs away from me and the gliders out of the bedroom was becoming a real downer in our relationship.
But now I am happy to say, we are again back in the happy land of midnight face hugs and beard grooming. No one has to be separated from anyone...and I have a new pouch hanging in the bedroom in case someone wants to sleep over.
Feeling good now. This place is practically air tight...
Hm...honey, did you order a "Tiny Tots Micro Blow Torch" from Amazon?
HAIRY FACEHUGS TO ALL! AND TO ALL A GOOD BITE!