Saturday, March 28, 2009
So I carried him outside, and I was just about to start when I heard my dear spouse, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, yell out. “What the devil are you doing! Don’t even THINK about it! Where’d he come from anyway? I thought we got rid of them a few weeks ago.”
I told her what had happened, and that I saw no need to let it go to waste.
She said, “Forget about it. I’m not letting you do it. Besides, they taste gamey. They don’t even make good gravy. Carry him in the kitchen.” So I did.
