We inherited a burn pile on our property. Some of the things we've discovered there are quite interesting. Not all of them were burnable. A sizeable amount was hauled off after we bought the house. However, as we have started working on the landscaping (now that the heat broke) we have been utilizing the burn pile ourselves. Aaron created a lovely conflageration the other night.
And I'm looking forward to bonfires and s'mores later this year. However, there are apparently some critters who are enjoying our burn pile. Lindy was out investigating it recently and started rolling around off to one side. This is never a good sign - it means she has discovered some lovely perfume that I'm going to regret. So, I got off the phone with my father (hi daddy!) to deal with the situation.
You are so lucky we don't have "smellovision" yet! Oohwee . . . she promptly got a bath. The worst part is we realized there was a reddish tinge to the stuff as it was washing off. I believe we have a dead critter out by the burn pile. I think we are actually becoming a little bit country in that I didn't freak out. Although I still let Aaron deal with it.
