yesterday, sisyphus escaped, he was in the garden eating grass and he said to himself, 'I'd like to live here in the land of plenty on a more permanent basis' so he bided his time... and when my guard was down, he leapt for the hedges, with dash and aplomb. oh, but i was terribly distraught. And lo, a search party was formed, consisting of me, the captain, and the two french kids next door. like something out of a child's book it was.
The picture is of the bit of garden he was hiding in, which was also full of nettles. he is a bold and strategic thinker. william was kept in seclusion, not knowing what had passed. i do not want insurgency in the ranks. Eventually the culprit was apprehended and scooped up. He remained in his cage, and has not been in the garden since, although william did visit it today in a box. I can't keep it from him, his little gourmand's heart is so full when he is surrounded by greenery, all of it edible. But no more garden for the reprobate. no more. He has made his bed. Or I have done so, and it is a bed that will not be exchanged for another, delicious but slightly more perilous bed.
I finished a pair of squirrel gloves today, altered the pattern to make them fingerless, so they're not as pretty, but functional! Also watched this, which was really likeable for a film about rape, and made me more respectful of kstew's acting ability, which in the trailer for the new twilight is all 'meh' . like: 'I really love you' (meh) 'please make me into a vampire' (meh) with the meh being what she really means.