A microaggression to the jugular. Random rabid rambling by me, a.k.a. Werwolfe. Games, books, movies and general complaints about the world. Most of it bites. The world, that is.
The Den is the blog. Other pages house my attempts at writing fiction.
Caught this joker making off with full cheek-pouches through the leaf litter, but instead of running out of sight altogether it seemed to feel pretty secure half-hidden, propped up on the edge of a tree stump.
It just maintained a stalwart vigil as I walked around in a semicircle.
And what I first thought a squirrel turned out to be a somewhat hefty (and well provisioned) chipmunk.
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