From the title you'd think this will be a post about all the yarn I've collected over the years or perhaps my fabric hoarding tendencies. But no, I discovered a different sort of a stash the other day.
I went looking for a random bit of cutlery and could not find it anywhere, so I decided to look in the no-man's land under the regular cutlery drawer, and LOOK what I found! I did wonder last week where all my almonds had got to. I went to chop some up to put on a salad and was surprised to find that there were only a few left in what I thought had been a full bag. But now the mystery is solved. There were not eaten (at least not by me) but rather had been, erm, transported.
And I'm hardly surprised to think that we have mice. Its one of the facts of life if you live in the country. Mice are pretty much inevitable, and if are careful about how you store food are not much bother. But this seems like very un-mouselike behaviour to me. This sort of stash makes me think we have a chipmunk in the house, or (heaven forbid) a squirrel!
Now I like a squirrel as much as the next girl, but I prefer to view them from the other side of the window. I did once, very briefly, have a pet squirrel, or rather a squirrel foundling who I had rescued from certain death and nursed back to health so that I could release him back to the wilds of the city I lived in at the time. He was just a baby, fallen from his nest and abandoned. So I took him home and fed him and kept him safe, and named him Francis and let him sit on my shoulder while I worked. He was a lovely little pet for the three days that we had him. And though he was very, very cute, he left us with a very, very extensive case of fleas. Yeah. It was a ridiculous amount of work to get rid of them (stripping and cleaning every bit of textile and upholstery in the apartment) and that was in a much smaller space than we live in currently. Not to mention that having flea bites sucks.
So I'm just saying, I hope its not a squirrel. Inside.
We threw all the nuts out onto the snow covered balcony where they were eventually discovered by a lovely wild squirrel who perched out there, just inches from the Boys' fascinated faces pressed up against the glass, frantically stuffing his cheeks as though he was sure it would all disappear in a moment. Very rewarding for everybody. Just so long as he stays outside.