I’m probably losing my mind. For the past few weeks, I’ve been stalking. I know where they live, I have been observing their activities, and last night, I took pictures.
When I was a kid, I loved to feed the ducks at the cemetery (which I called the Duck Center); not much has changed. Yesterday evening, I went on a walk to see the ducks. I climbed into the weeds and waited until this group came around the corner.
Ducklings! Freaking ducklings! I know the picture sucks, but forgive me. It was twilight, the ducks were kept moving, and I was just overwhelmed by their cuteness.
So, I’m watching the ducks, thinking about how peaceful and wonderful it all is, when the Momma Duck saw something.
And they were off.
Why were they off? THIS!!!
Ok, yeah. That is a rat. A rat that’s bigger than my cat. A rat the size of a GODDAMN DOG!!! But you know, somehow, I didn’t throw up, and instead, managed to take this picture. That’s a big step for me.
Ok, one more cute picture to get that out of your mind.
Sleeping duck!
Ok. That’s all. Tonight, after the Glee season finale is over (Cory Monteith /Finn, please be my boyfriend. I love you), I make pimiento cheese sandwiches and cucumber and butter sandwiches. Pictures tomorrow. Also: pictures from kayaking?









