365/242.
This little bugger twined himself in the latch of my back sliding glass door. Boggling, because I was going in and out and briskly *closing* the door. By all rights, s/he should be flat or dead. A pair of barbecue tongs allowed me to remove her/his little butt from my doorframe (not until I elicited a few screams from Sandra) and place him/her outside the courtyard wall.
This falls right into place with everything else that’s happening ... power outage yesterday, when I needed to work ... fridge ends up partially thawed, and the icemaker decides to clog up after the power’s back on and coat the inside rear of the freezer with a thick later of ice.
It’s just one o’ them weeks, I guess.
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