hunting season

while i'm at church on sunday
i get a text from james.

it read:

"i'm going to kill a raccoon tonight."

when i asked him why he said:

"because it's been eating ginger's food."

ginger is our puppy

and by puppy i mean old wolf-malimut beast of a dog.

james got permission from dad to murder said rascal and began preparing.

weapon of choice?

a bow and arrow with a fishing hook taped on to the tip.

plan of attack?

put some of g-ma's drugs in a can o' tuna and shoot from above.

uniform?

black basketball shorts, white v-neck
and dry erase marker war paint on his face.

success?

...maybe next time...


raccoon - 1
james - 0