One of the high points of the day around here is usually dinner time, in part because of the conversation that goes on. Tonight as we sat eating, the subject of pets came up and Raymond chimed in that he wanted someday to have a giant tortoise roaming around his house. Like one of those huge ones you can ride on. Somewhere in the discussion Tessa chimes in with "... All I want is a squirrel...", and Sue asks "for a pet?" Tess say no, she wants a dead one that she can mount with her squirrel mounting kit. Chaz says that we could just pop one in the back yard with a wrist rocket. Lacking a wrist rocket, I said that we could just shoot one in the yard with the pellet gun, it being too congested here for a true firearm. Then Tess adds, very matter-of-factly; "Yeah, but if we just drown it, there won't be any bullet hole to sew up!"
Pretty much ruined the rest of the meal for Mrs. A. Good thing she was almost done eating at that point.