Confined to barracks

The farmer is out in the field behind our house today with his rotary rat shredder (it slices and dices and turns all your external wildlife into bite-sized pieces). This takes the form of a dirty big lawnmower he drags along behind his tractor, slicing its way through the long grass and anything else that gets in the way. This is why Little Miss is not being allowed out. Yes, I know this is probably mollycoddling, but I’d rather coddle a molly than risk her being turned into some thing that looks like Burt Reynolds’ toupee covered in tomato sauce. So far she’s taking her confinement pretty well, and she’s not lacerated any of my body parts yet, so here’s hoping we’re in for a nice quiet day.