So we have some new neighbors. These neighbors are VERY TERRITORIAL. In fact, yesterday, I heard a VERY LOUD, high pitched screeching noise which scientists say can be heard from at least 1 mile away. Actually, the screeching noise serves two purposes: #1 a mating call #2 it warns the significant other of impending danger. I want to know who was actually in danger. "Baseball bat flinging Mateo" and "Don't Mess with me Sarah" OR, our new neighbors. If you read my sister Heather's blog, she talks about the mean girls that live in her neighborhood and terrorize Abbie.
Back to the original question, who was terrorizing who and who is really meaner? I would think that COMMON SENSE would let the 'melos (a.k.a. Mateo and Sarah) know that if you're messing with someone that is at least 3 feet taller than you and can EAT you or at least bite your hand off that maybe they should go elsewhere and play with somebody else. I have thoroughly enjoyed the last couple weeks knowing that Mateo and Sarah can go outside and play in the backyard WITHOUT escaping to the front yard. Now they can't even play in their own backyard. Our new neighbors have NO limits. I will not be able to call a neighborhood meeting OR meet with the neighbors mothers . . . since their mothers are NOWHERE to be found. What am I to do?
Sunday, April 15, 2007
New neighbors
Posted by heidiram at 11:43 AM
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Heidi Dear
Help is on the way. I know of at least one pesky squirrel that used to live in California that met an untimely demise. If records are correct, your father was seen at the local Home Depot in the "good bye rodent department" just hours before the cute squirrel met his demise.
Perhaps, these feathered creatures from Heavenly Father will pick up a current edition of "Dangerous Vistors Coming To Orlando" and will skoot off to safety long before I arrive.
See you soon!
Padre "The Terminator" Hazen
I don't know whether I love dad more for using big words in a blog comment, or for the fact that he spelled Skoot like that. He's pretty much the cutest ever!!!
So here's the deal ... Mom is taking a nap and I decided to see what all this blog stuff is all about and ... one thing leads to another. I try to use a word like "SCOOT" and I have a brain freeze ... is it "skute, schute, sckute, skute or ... hit "publish your comment" and it comes to me ... it's "scoot". Drat... I'm no longer purfekt.
Padre
I would say call your local animal shelter and tell them that there has been a terrible accident and they need to come and rescue the birds.
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