I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN AN IGLOO.
We have concluded that there is not actually a rat living in our garage. There is, in fact, a bear. A huge fuckin’ grizzly bear. Maybe with a bazooka. We’ve drawn this conclusion based on the way it managed to obliterate the lid of some industrial-strength tupperware in order to get at the quinoa housed therein. Like, there was more hole than lid by the time the beast was done with it. Definitely way more hole than was required to gain sufficient access to the food, which means that at some point, this creature stopped destroying for necessity, and began destroying for pleasure.
Hide yo’ kids. Hide yo’ wife.
In other news, Secret Garden is just going to be the prettiest dang show you ever did see. My heart is all a-flutter.