Once again, today, at our own house, the tortoise has gotten one up on the hare. Yesterday, a scathing article was posted on the evils of bunnies and their troublesome antics. This morning, a loud scream brought attention to a large snapping turtle digging up young summer squash plants.
The girly scream emanated from the little sissy girl that still lies within me. I immediately called my savvy sister-in-law next door to come rescue me. She came with a trailing troop of children who wanted to watch her capture of the varmint. She valiantly and humanely captured the assailant.
When I lamented that I owed the poor bunnies an apology for my angry rant on yesterday's post, Big Brother had a rational reply. He practically stated, "Mom, you don't need to apologize to the bunnies, they can't read!" To the bunnies that can't read, I do so apologize anyway. Hear this though, the tortoise has bested you again!