Well, dang it anyway, I can't be here every minute of every day.
Someone's gotta work so we can buy bones, right?
Thank goodness, my home is protected by a warrior
of infinite bravery and discriminating taste.
We've got privacy fence.
We've got security lights.
We've got an alarm on the car.
Never, ever thought we'd need bad-ninja traps in this
quiet, serene, diverse neighborhood of old people
and frolicking children.
Off to the Home Depot.....hmmmm.
Catch and release?
Ehh. It's always something.