My absenence is due to the creation of an Anti-Zombie posse!

Sure, I'll admit that I can be a slacker.  Why do you care? 

I've been busy reading up on the law and how to indite the criminally insane (or just the stupid).  If you fall into this category, watch out because I am coming after you.  Or at least my Anti-Zombie posse will get you.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

The Anti-Zombie posse is classically trained ninjas that will hunt you down and attack when you least expect it.  Are you ready for battle?

part deux - To Catch an Intruder

So I might as well say it...my intruder...well, it was the neighborhood stray cat. Don't get me wrong or think I'm an animal hater, I'm not...I'm so not! I love my furry friends...it's just that this feline keeps entering my property, pooping in the dirt (and by the way, it is completely the foulest thing), jumping in my tree's and killing the birds, and tormenting my dogs. I am constantly finding dead birds in my yard and stinky poop in around the yard. AAGGHHH!

So apparently, this cat was injured somehow, and by the way, THIS IS NOT THE ACTUAL CAT!



I know my dog did not get to him, because if he did...well, the cat will not be alive. The cat was injured and I had to decide what to do, put him out of it's misery or ?????

On a side note, I grew up in a quasi-rural area with farm animals. My grandpa taught me how to humanely "manage" hurt animals, if neccessary; but this has always been hard and it constantly torments me. But if it must be done...I usually have someone else do it. Unfortunatley, there are times when no one is around and "the task" is left up to me.

So the injured cat...well, I didn't kill it. He managed to escape from me and crawled over to the neighbors yard. I know, that cat isn't dumb; he seen me coming and got the heck outta dodge! So I thought, well, it's up to the neighbors to do what they must do....

I just found out that my crazy neighbors decided to take this stray cat to the vet. I found out through the community grape-vine that it's costing them $4000 to fix the cat! Yikes! Really? Are they really going to pay it, on a stray? I've paid crazy prices on my own lovely furry family members, but never a stray?

I don't know what will happen next......

To Catch An Intruder

I was creeping around the foliage as if I was some sort of undercover investigator. I was told that I looked like a member of SWAT. The intruder was in hiding, not knowing where I lurked. My weapon was locked, loaded, and pointing toward the ground. I quickly walked throught the ti-leaves as if I'm a ninja trying to sneak up on my victim. My immediate thought was, "Why am I hold this weapon as if I'm some pro? Well, it must be a bit too much Dog the Bounty Hunter episodes."

I pause when I realize that my prey sees me and looks at the weapon in my hand. We both freeze and I have thoughts that children get when they don't know any better. The type when they stop moving, thinking no one sees them. As if?

My thoughts run a rampant; something I'm sure real-life ninjas and SWAT members don't encounter. I think "Do I really want to do this? Can I really do this? I have to. I must. Really? I don't want to do this, really I don't."

As I slowly step my way forward, the intruder takes a step back. We seem to be in snyc. I now have only moments to decide whether I should just "handle the situation" or to let my prey crawl away injured....