So I don't think there is any one local that reads this, so I'm pretty safe in writing this.
Today I came home from my internship to find out the power was out. RR told me that he heard a loud pop and that the power went out. I was kind of curious if it was a transformer (I once saw one of those explode in Oakland). So RR, TN, & DA went outside to check. Lying next to an electrical pole is a very fried squirell. Up on the top of the pole is a little converter thing with a patch of hair attached to it. I think I know how we lost the power.
Now anyone else would have just went "oh how sad" and walked away. Nope. Not my roommates. One of them immeadately grabbed a piece of newspaper and grabbed the carcus by the tail and took it in to the apartments above. (I refused to go, but I sent my camera along.)
about three hours later, DA went up to the guys in that apartment to remind them of the football game tonight (that I'm not playing in because I just barely healed from the last one). DA asked them about the squirell sitting in their trash. MR responded that they just found it there. They think that the animal crwaled in through a window, ate something and died. (And I thought my roommates were horrible cooks) When they through out the trash, one of my roommates grabbed the dead squirell and took it to another's place to leave it there as well.
I love living with my roommates. They make life so interesting.
On a different note, it snowed for 6 hours today. I hope the weather is better where ever you are.
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