My first full week back to work after taking a vacay is always hell on my poor, aging, decrepit body that was so used to doing absolutely nothing for nine days. I haven’t done a whole lot except work and sleep since Friday night… but my weekend has finally arrived, so as Howard Jones once said, things will only get better. And with any luck, over the next couple days, I’ll be able to catch up on all of your posts I’ve missed the past few days. No, I haven’t forsaken you….. I’m just….. tired.
Let’s kick off my Friday evening with another wonderfully Serendipitous Photo Prompt, hosted by Marilyn!
Those of you who’ve been around my blog for a while know I have a whole shelf full of critters of all shapes and sizes that watches over me as I create the dreck you see at The Nest. Here’s a group shot I took not too long ago:
I have more squirrels than you can shake a stick at, plenty of ponies and unihorned equines (mostly provided by my dear readers), a couple raccoons, some skunks, even a chew toy possum!
But do you know what animal I’ve long sought after and always came up empty on obtaining…..?
Before Evil Squirrel came along, I drew a hell of a lot of foxes. How the species came to be represented in my comic solely by a lone, rarely appearing bartender is a bit of a mystery to me. But I totally adore the fiery orange little rascals, and when me and my sister stopped off at one of those souvenir shops that has EVERYTHING on the way home from Kansas City last Thursday… I went in looking to buy only one thing… a damn fox!
Naturally, there was not a single vulpine figurine to be found… and they had collectibles of just about every animal you can imagine. Heck, I picked this up from the same shop on last year’s trip!
But after touring their voluminous wares, I doubled back to the plushie section…. and scored this!
He’s a Ty product, which means like those stupid Cabbage Patch Kids, he came with a name and a birthday. Meet Slick… birthday May 1st. Slick’s too sly to give us his actual age, though I’d imagine he’s a bit younger than Grace. His tag also came with these quirky words of wisdom:
I’m sly in the forest, I hide under wood
A visit from hunters would never be good.
If he wasn’t so fucking adorable, I’d smack the shit out of him for the most horrendous poetry ever written outside of one of my fourth grade haikus. But I finally caught my fox, and I completed my photo prompt, and I’m damn proud of myself for getting this far today! It’s gonna be a great weekend!