The woman behind us called us to the back fence and said, "I want to tell you what they found in my car. Remember I told you my granddaughter threw up in the back seat last month? The smell was getting worse, so I took the car in and asked them to check the cabin filter and guess what they found? YOUR mice! Four of them."
Bill asked, "How do you know they were ours?"
"The mechanic said they have a stash of bird seed in there, and you were complaining that you found a stash of bird seed hulls in your shed. So, they were your mice!"
We all had a loud and boisterous laugh which attracted the attention of our Bosnian neighbors who speak little English and were in their large garden looking for a culprit. We tried to relay the message about the mice, but they weren't understanding, so I drew a picture of a mouse and pointed to the car engine. They said, "Oh no! Rabbit."
We said, "NO rabbit. Mouse."
The neighbor said, "No mouse. Rabbit. Your rabbit!"
A baby bunny so small it would fit in the palm of our hand was happily munching at the lettuce buffet in our neighbor's garden. It came under our fence.
Again we all had a good laugh. The critters in our neighborhood have the life of Riley. I haven't mentioned the mocking birds. Bill has them almost trained to get their hard boiled egg yolk each morning. They wait for him on the patio table.
Rain-rain go away! More storms predicted tomorrow.