Day 257. Nothing much to report. It’s nice enough to have the windows open while we sleep, so I’ve been sleeping even better than I’d already been. This is ruling.
Spent the last 1.5 days dealing with this mess, as I was trying to get that first mow of the season in:
I had an alligator as a pet when I was a kid. His name was Razzy. When my dad would clean his cage, we put him in the grass and he’d chase us around the yard while snapping. I would go to the lake and catch minnows to feed him.
I remember crying when my teacher said I couldn’t bring him to school for show and tell. I didn’t think it was fair and had no clue why she was allowing others to bring their pets and not me.
We gave him to the zoo the day he bit through my dad’s glove. He was about 2 feet long. Then we moved onto the furry and cuddly kind of pets.