I planted two more tomato plants that someone gave me, noted that something seems to have chewed the top off of one of my Jalapeno plants, observed that gray and white son of The Smudge and the late Sooty had been hunting in the jumble and had a rodent of some flavor in his jaws, and was almost finished deadheading a rose in the Little Plot by the milkhouse when big drops of liquified glowbull warmthing began to impact my cranial portion.
Resisting the urge to hum a song from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I made haste for the dryness of the interior portions of the house.
Fortunately, gray and white son of The Smudge and the late Sooty chose to seek shelter for his grayness and his rodent repast in the dryspace underneath the Audi instead of following me...
I'm suspecting Speedy Gonzales.