I swear that Timothy J. Lambert did not run amuck wielding an axe and a saw against the oleander. I believe my exact words to him were: “You’ve got (X) number of days to take out the oleander before HE gets back.” So yeah, I co-conspired.
Also, Tom can’t say he wasn’t warned. He was.
Sadly, I don’t have any new photos of a pretty rose to liven up this confession.
Oh, look! A lovely squirrel in the oleander when it was still alive!
Then again, I just remembered my life is filled with squirrel haters. Okay, JUST FOR YOU, a very poor-quality shot from the April 2001 archives when the brick was being laid just prior to the planting of the new grass. Note the much smaller oleander. Note the muscles. Note the gloves. He really does wear them when the job allows.
Oh, look! A lovely squirrel in the oleander when it was still alive!
So who was killed the oleander or the poor Squirrel.
So who was killed the oleander or the poor Squirrel.
As Jim would say, “Yes.”
You spilled the Squirrels blood?
Not really, though I know how you like bloodshed and gore. The squirrel lives. Clearly, I’m not going to be allowed any drama in this entire tale.