let her talk about the things you can't explain
i was horribly distracted at work today by a groundhog.
you see, there are probably enough groundhogs on the carleton campus that everyone and their mother could take one home and we'd still be tripping over them. they live EVERYWHERE and are constantly out and about foraging for foodstuffs and the like. today though, the groundhog i was watching was particularly bold. when the armed guard marched by, in formation with loud shoes and everything, he watched lazily, not bothering to move from his patch of clover. and then, once they had passed and the fishbowl was once again quiet and still, he simply wandered into the basement of stormont for a look-see.
perhaps i shouldn't have been as amused as i was?