Look What I Found!

I know you're going to find this difficult to believe, BUT two wayward critters seemed to have stumbled into my mini-jail in the backyard yesterday and this morning.  Hermione, who appears to have been the runt of the litter (pictured below) because of her dainty size, was trapped two days ago and she is so tiny.  She must have a high metabolism because she snarfed up everything in the cage that was edible.  Hermione was so scared when I removed the tarp from the trap, she started shaking like a chocolate doughnut at a Weight Watcher's meeting.

As for the other varmint, Harry, he is a full grown adult male and has been around so to speak.  He has the ghetto attitude - a tramp stamp tattoo on his belly to signify the colors of the gang he belongs to in the hood, missing some fur from the top of his nose from previous battles, matted fur and broke as a convict.

My granddaughter in North Carolina said that because of their ugly appearance, she named them from the Harry Potter stories...creatures with ugly noses, crooked teeth and bad breath.  I got the impression that Hermione was a bit more self conscious about her hygiene than Harry, because she didn't smell very bad.  But Harry, on the other hand, had a stench about him that would drive a buzzard off a gut wagon!  Without a doubt the boy needs to be formally introduced to soap, water and a toothbrush.

And just so you know, I did not...repeat...not release these two critters at Camp Bullis.  With all the high water, flooded roads and debris everywhere, I took them to a new location on the northeast side of town.  I'm not real sure these two little darling's are quite up to the rigid standards of the Camp Bullis crowd.  I'm afraid they may come down with a bad case of Montezuma Revenge, the Turkey Trots or Worshiping At The Porcelain Throne.

These fur balls are more of the meat, potatoes, tortilla and Coor's beer bunch.  The people who live in the area where I normally drop off the refugees are more inclined to dine on steamed vegetables, frog legs and snails, salmon steaks, have a small glass of Merlot with their meals and have real cloth napkins on the table.  And besides, Harry and Hermione just wouldn't fit in with that type of environment.  They bounce from trailer park to trailer park, have no clue who their parents are, don't attend the right schools, can't afford a decent meal, most of their close friends and relatives are doing time in Huntsville and they find nothing wrong with hanging out in a dumpster with their buddies playing pull my finger.  Nah, it just wouldn't be fair to the Camp Bullis bunch to drop these two off in their protected paradise....there would be an ass whoopin' for sure!