Skull and Bones

The Rat Man is a flirt.

After hours of searching for the Perfect Father's Day Gift this morning, Rian squealed home only to find my spot beneath the sycamores blocked by a pest control truck. People often park beneath Rian's sycamores, especially in the summer. Eb and Flow from across the street move their tiny Geo across every July and August morning at exactly 8am. For the shade, yes?

Rian parks on the 'wrong side' of the streat. Or, rather, Rian parks backwards. And often in an OJ Simpson-esque manner. In case a quick getaway is necessary.

So. Rian parked nose to nose with the Rat Man's truck and hopped out. The Rat Man followed suit.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, and giggled.

Rian generally does not find giggly bearded creatures attractive, but the Rat Man has kind eyes.

"Imagine that," Rian replied. "And I just found a dead one yesterday. Outside."

"Outside is good." The Rat Man giggled more. "I've taken your parking spot."

"Yes, you have. But as I am going out again later, I shall forgive you. This time."

The Rat Man found this remark, apparently, very funny. We parted ways at the bottom of Rian's fourteen steps, Rian to hunt for lunch and the Rat Man to check bait stations.

Yet. When he had finished his trapping survey, he let himself in through Rian's front door without ringing. Giggled his way into the kitchen. Fell a ttch short of asking for lunch.

If Rian did not abhore violence, Rian should purchase a baseball bat.

He is lucky he has kind eyes, yes?