(cue Psycho music)
Let me set the scene for you:
Kids enjoying chocolate covered popsicles for dessert after dinner in the front yard under the maple tree.
Mom planting marigolds in the flower beds.
Warm sun setting and a relaxing end to the day.
But hark! What is that familiar sound I hear?
Oh...must be my imagination...
Mohawk dive bombs the family -
- like Jack Nicholson from The Shining, "Honey, I'm hoooooome!"
(notice all the horror movie references lately?)
Kids (and Moms) scatter like chickens...making mad dashes for the house!
He's right behind us...and he's HUNGRY!!
I didn't have any water soaked cat food for him BECAUSE I thought I'd never be feeding him again!
I grabbed a piece of lunch meat and starting shredding it fast.
He gobbled that up and then went after my toes.
I think he was a little mad about the abandonment earlier in the day.
This is getting absurd.
I managed to get him back into the box and this time I drove him to the arboretum.
Much further away from us, and an even nicer place for Mo to retire.
PLEASE don't come back Mo!
It's been a grand experience - really it has - but we need to go our separate ways now.
Find a girlfriend and a nice place to settle down and stay there!