Crossing campus this morning I heard the sound of some creature scrounging about in the bottom of a trash can. Raccoon? Feral cat? 'Possum? Large rat? While I did stop for a few moments to consider the possibilities, I did. not. kick. the. can.
And so the mystery remains.
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I love that one gets an "aha" moment about the title of the post only after reading it!
ReplyDeleteSmart. I won't tell you what I found in the bottom of our trashcan the other day...
ReplyDeleteMaturity or self-preservation? Who knows what could have jumped out.
ReplyDeleteIt could have been a freshman.
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