Sadly, not enough to cease their incessant chatter.
But I will never pit a squirrel, because they are an infinite improvement over drunken neighbors.
I’ll have you know I successfully passed as a heterosexual Republican for 6 whole months once. Had fancy-pants silk nails and everything.
Then I got a job as the manager of counseling services for a day program and fled.
It’s kinda sad I didn’t get that job though, because the day care we wanted Tink to be in would have been contractually obligated to take him.
This may work out better in the long run, though.
Now is for the packing. 