Don't Shoot Your Brother

They've been telling you for years. You can't seem to stop yourself. You can't seem to want to. Then one smashing day you wake up late to something that says not today Chuck. But I'm not a kid, I'm thirty five. Yesm and it's your time. But I don't want ye crayfish. No?   No.

And so it precipitates. Endingly, you realize that you bag that bird and eventually you'll find that an elephant has busted down through your basement. You'd think on the inside the lodge could hold. Yet everyone passing on the outside who has a mind to look, and some do, know that you've got more than problems with your fire marshal. So birds? crayfish? squirrels? Leave the small critters be.