His 382 (The Cold War) is the class I am currently in. May Intercession at The University of Mississippi. 8:30-12 every day. Professor is Eastern European. Need I say more?
Let's see, oh yeah after class yesterday I set up fishing line snares to try and capture the raccoons who ravage my trash periodically. The fishing line is 50 pound strength line that I tied to the columns on our front porch. I tied it into a wide loop held open by a simple slip knot. The loop was held off the ground by sticks. Tied to the loop was an aluminum can filled with rocks as an alarm system. Well I watched The Strangers with some friends last night, not the best idea but exhaustion overcame fear, and I came home to a tripped wire. The can was sitting upright on the porch, so a human must have placed it there. The line was cut with a knife, you could tell from where the cut was made. My guess? A neighbor's cat tripped it and was stuck in the snare. Oops.
I know I would be upset if the same happened to my cat in Tuscaloosa, Chip (pictured above), so I can not help but feel for this cat lover whoever they may be.
What's the news for this afternoon?
Farm labor baby. Like this one I visited last spring:
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