Laundry day. The humans seem to do a lot of laundry. I’ve never decided whether that means they are incredibly clean or incredibly dirty. Having seen what a messy cook the female is, and how she plays in the dirt, I’m leaning toward the latter.
Great Frigga’s corset! There is something round, black, and sort of spike-y in the dryer with the dry clothes! What did you wash, woman? Is it some sort of spider? A discombobulated bee?
Ehehehehe! I know what it is! I remember now!
The sunflowers around the house have been more gargantuan than ever this year, with one of the plants surpassing even the roofline.
They have reached the end of their all-too-brief season of life, and the human female has been clearing away the dead stalks as they shuffle off their botanical coils. Despite their size, the plants are annuals and come right up, having very little by way of roots. Last week, her tugging dislodged a blossom from a still-surviving plant and she hung it out of her shirt pocket and kept going.
I said to myself at the time, “Loki, don’t you think you should remind her about that before she puts her work clothes in the laundry?” “Nope,” I replied, “More fun if she forgets.”
I was right. Definitely more fun to have a slightly-sinister something roll out of the dryer!
I can only hope some of the scratchy chaffy bits fell off and show up in her undies…