Remember when Hick was possibly trying to "accidentally" kill Val under the guise of a buddy coming out to hunt squirrels? Supposedly he came out once, but I didn't see him, or hear any shots. I know I asked Hick how the guy could hunt with the dogs following him down into the woods. Hick said they wouldn't, but you know how dogs are. They love barking at strangers, but will then follow them around in case a kind word might come their way. Our dogs, anyway. Not the mailman-chasing dogs in town.
Anyhoo...I didn't know until 4:30 on Sunday that Squirrelly was coming out to hunt.
"Oh. Well..."
"He ain't gonna shoot you, Val! He's gonna set up some feeders down by the cabin."
"I'm going to town. Will he park in my way?"
"No. I'll meet him and tell him. He's supposed to be here in a few minutes."
I went on to town. I had gotten Hick's supper partially ready. Since my rumpus/leg shooting pain, Hick has not been catered-to as he is accustomed. Now that I'm feeling better, I've got preparations under control again, trying to use up food in FRIG II's freezer. Earlier that day, I had made some frozen Orange Chicken. I didn't have any rice, but Hick agreed to have just the MEAT, with Sister Schubert's Rolls on the side. He didn't want anything else. Only meat and bread. I had thawed the rolls, and knew I'd have the 20 minutes needed to bake them before Big Brother came on at 7:00. And maybe time to scratch my lottery tickets, too. I'd need to get started scratching by 6:00. Crosswords take a long time.
Hick appeared on the side porch when I came out of the garage at 5:30. Not to help me in case I had groceries!
"My buddy still ain't here. I come out to wait for him."
"But I'm putting the rolls in the oven! Your supper will be ready at 6:00."
"He should be here. But in case he ain't, just wait and I'll warm up the chicken."
"Okay. But I'm doing those rolls now. They're already thawed. If I'd known this, I would have gone ahead and made the rolls earlier, too, since they'll be cold now anyway. That would give me 20 more minutes for my tickets."
"It'll be fine. I don't mind."
So much for trying to cater to Hick with a recovering bum rumpus!
Anyhoo... I went on about my business. Started watching Big Brother at 7:00. Still no Hick, who came in at 7:30, and warmed his own supper. At commercials, I found out more info.
"Won't deer get into the food in those feeders? Isn't that illegal to set up feeders for deer?"
"He's using corn, so yes, the deer will eat it. It ain't illegal if you don't shoot the deer. And you're supposed to take the feeders down before deer season."
"The squirrels will probably just stay on our porch, eating the dog food."
"I bet they'll like corn better. Them dang hornets! We got into a nest of them. I got stung on the back of my arm, and my chest. Squirrelly got stung about 30 times!"
"Oh, no! I hope he's okay!"
"He was okay when he left. He ain't allergic or nothin'."
"That he knows of! I guess that's why we have homeowner's insurance and an umbrella policy. But I really hope he doesn't have some kind of reaction to so many stings."
Hick messed up my supper plans, and created evidence to support a claim of a squirrel hunter on the grounds, just in case something happens to Val. For his trouble, he had to make his own supper, and received a painful admonishment from Mother Nature.
You know what they say: Karma is a venomous insect.
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