I might have to dig that cattle prod out. Hubby doesn’t do anything quickly and the lollygagging drives me up the walls.
Clara’s mess is far from cleared out. I had to stop when it got too hot to work over there. I’ll get back to it in the fall. Her body’s still hanging in there but her brain is mush. She doesn’t know who anyone is.
Dad will be in hot water in the morning. It’s dark there now so too late for him to get another fish. What he snagged would have been breakfast for the babies. First feeding is usually just before daybreak and they won’t get it in the morning. Bad Dad!
Very bad dad! Of course, they’re so full maybe they won’t suffer too much.
I guess I’d better go. It’s been a long day. See ya tomorrow?