At the end of my 10 mile run today I ran into Fred and Betsy, my duplex mates, sitting in the garden monitoring the various squirrel activity. Betsy produced this well gnawed Sweet Potato that Fred had grown during the summer and immediately implicated my pride and joy, Scuttles Wilson, the Rat. Even though his many squirrel cousins have been eating flower-heads, trash, dog feces, candy wrappers and about anything that finds itself on the ground, Fred and Betsy feel they are beyond reproach in this matter. What it boils down to is - which rodent has the more integrity? It's one tough ethical, moral, spiritual, and (in this case) territorial question. Unless we catch one of them in the act, we may never know. Maybe we're just not meant to know.
My 10 mile run was great at 1:43:10 at 10:13 per mile.
toadshade
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