It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas, Dammit!

What's the Christmas season in Llama-land without a rant from Robbo, right?

This weekend, I suddenly realized that not only do the people up the street infest their lawn with blow-up Christmas decorations every year, the number of these decorations is growing. Exponentially. Like bacteria. They must have at least eight of the damned things up this season.

I had hopes that the strong winds we had yesterday might blow some of these abominations away, but the fellah is to clever for that: He deflates them when conditions look to be getting bad, blowing them back up when calmer weather returns.

You know, I had an opportunity this past summah to take Dad's old BB gun from storage up in Maine and sneak it back to Orgle Manor. I didn't do it largely because the car was already jammed with other hand-me-down bric-a-brac, detection by the Missus would have been immediate and rejection would have been final and without appeal. (Doesn't mean I can't have another try next year.)

At the time I was considering appropriating the firearm, I was thinking of the rabbits in my garden. I now realize that it would have another beneficial use as well........