Sunday, February 10, 2008

Weasels Ripped My Flesh

Or to paraphrase the late great Frank Zappa, Squirrels Ripped My Rubbermaid.
The little miscreants like to steal the birdseed out of the feeder, so it's not a total surprise that they are going after the main stash. I will replace the storage bin on my balcony with something metal. Probably an old-school 30-gallon trash can. If I can find one anymore! So far I have come up empty, but I only tried Target and Kmart. Everyone LOVES plastic - or as they like to call it, "resin." Sounds so much classier that way but we all know the truth...