Fried squirrel, anyone?
Chicken, now I can handle that.
Beef, that’s even better. Simple. I could eat a good hunk of cow any day. Yeah. Beef. I can deal with that.

You may have noticed that I was absent yesterday. Well, I was- and much better for it, I think.
Anyway, my mom teaches homeschoolers piano on Tuesdays, and several of them are my friends. Of course, I hid in my room, seeing as I was supposed to be recuperating. As I listened to a cd, (a Christmas cd, to be precise, I was looking for some variety) my cd player suddenly stopped. Upon further incestigation, I discovered that every electrical appliance in my room had cut out. I went downstairs to tell mom we’d lost power, and nearly ran straight into the Murray family, some of mom’s students. As they explained to me, there was an electrical fire directly across the street. Apparently, the insulator had somehow caught fire, thus catching a tree trunk on fire, which in turn set the power line itself ablaze. The line had burned through, dropping two large pieces of insulator on the ground, and leaving the rest hanging by the opposite end.
The fire in the line suddenly dissapeared, with a crackle of electricity, but the tree was smoldering, and the insulator was burning.
Tricia and John, the two kids, and I watched as neighbors appeared, looking at the fire and calling over to us. Mom had already called 911 and gone back to her lessons, but it took two more calles by worried neighbors before the fire truck showed up. One woman saw the burning rubber in her driveway and immediately walked directly under the fire to have a look. Mrs. Murray quickly launged into a series of shouts, presumably saving said neighbor from a crispy demise.
A while later, CMP actually showed up, and began to fix the broken wire. It was then that we discovered the source of the problem.
One of the men walked over to a black lump lying on the ground and nudged it with his foot. Tricia and I were rather surprised to hear him shout, shocked but slightly amused,
Enough said. If you ever want to see first hand the result of chewing on a power line, come on over. It’s still there. And I sure as heck am not going to touch it.


  1. Krissy Said,

    November 16, 2004 @ 7:04 am

    Poor squirrel. =(
    ‘Beef – it’s what’s for dinner.’ teeeheehee =P sorry, Hannah. =P sorry Krissy, too. =)
    Bury the poor squrrel!! Pick it up with a shovel and bury it! (That’s what we did with Jess and Spunky; I won’t go into details).

  2. Jessie Said,

    November 19, 2004 @ 9:14 am

    Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel, Junior Asparigus regained his composure and said, “Why do you need a hairbrush, you don`t have any hair!!!”
    Disregard all misspellings.
    We don`t speel them wurds that good…

  3. Krissy Said,

    November 19, 2004 @ 11:27 am

    Hahahahahaha! I like it, Jessie! =D

  4. Hannah Said,

    November 20, 2004 @ 9:57 am

    Jessie…that’s awesome. :)

  5. Krissy Said,

    November 20, 2004 @ 1:23 am

    Oops I think I clicked the button twice for my last post…..=P

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