Friday, October 5, 2007
took this guy home from work
I couldn't leave him in the parking lot--someone would run him over, pull him apart or eat him on a dare (lots of teenagers hang out in the plaza). So I took him inside and punched a box full of holes while my co-workers freaked out as he climbed up my apron. Needless to say he did not like the box; though he started eating it. I put him in my crazy trumpet flower vine and he gladly reached out for the leaves, turning to me as if to say "Dude, this is great," before he went on his merry way.