Evicted

As I was doing laundry downstairs, I discovered this little fellow. And even as sweet as he was, I evicted him. Hey, these are touch times.

So I showed him the light and Bailey and I planted his little warted body in our backyard. Afterwards, it dawned on me that although it's really nice out, it's early March in the midwest.

Let's hope his eviction doesn't become his death.