Well I did it. I ran five miles without stopping AND I didn't come in dead last. The race was fun and I'm happy with how I did (54 minutes & change). After that our Saturday turned into a suck-fest of the Nth degree. So much drama, so much bullshit and so little desire to deal with it.

But the moment has arrived folks. Open season on varmints. I shot a squirrel who'd been raiding the bird feeder and caught a particularly stupid chipmunk in my trap. I couldn't believe it, after 86 kills last year there was a chipmunk on my front stoop. No problem. I threw down some black sunflower seed, put the trap on top of it and about a half hour later had the little fuck.

He is no more.

2005 VKC (now including squirrels) = 2