I heard some squabbling outside my window.
Thinking it was the kids, I stepped outside, to see what mischief they'd gotten into.
You're cute, and it's really funny that you're here...but if there had been anything planted in there...you'd be dinner.
I'm pretty sure it's the cooking smells coming from my kitchen.
This guy made it all the way into my mudroom before I realized he was there.
I thought it was a kid.
I was having a whole conversation with him, when he grunted.
Luckily for me, I don't have bladder-control issues.
I am developing the habit of chasing my visitors off with a wooden spoon, which doesn't bode well for my two-legged neighbors!