Friday, November 12, 2010

autobiographical

9 comments:

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Glad it was a pile and not a shed :o)

FrankandMary said...

I think I quite possibly would have hurled an internal organ if I had come upon those mice by surprise. ~Mary

Vickie said...

Very cool to live somewhere so old! There's an almost vacant lot next door with a huge old wood pile beside an empty barn. I'm an adult and still find it interesting to prowl around and see what's living in there. The dogs are pretty fond of it, too.

Chef E said...

Heh, Russ I would like to borrow this story for a collection I am writing...I love stuff like this, and you most definitely have a great imagination...the way I thought too!

Anonymous said...

"Like they always do." (sigh) Yup. -Cin

Big Mark 243 said...

That was the the story... you could have been the 'Willard of the Woodpile'!. Wonder if seeing you messing around the woodpile shortened its shelf-life on the property? I think it may have.

Paula said...

I hate naked baby pink mice.

Debra said...

yes, they always do, they always do.

Chris said...

And where there are naked baby mice, there are SNAKES!