Last night I was sitting on a chair in my garage, playing my banjo, and enjoying a long island iced tea.
Without warning, a bigass rabbit runs out of the darkness into my garage and stops a few feet from me...almost gave me a heart attack!
Twice in the past I have had to get squirrels out my garage that wander in there to hide pizza bones...both times they jumped at me, climbed up my back and onto my head, then jumped down and ran out the big door.
Have you ever felt squirrel toe nails on your melon?...well I have and it isn't pleasant.
Now Im all paranoid about being in the garage and feel that I have to keep alert at all times when Im out there.
Is this crazy?