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A Beautiful Groundhog

Thanks for the 2 pages views, although it's possible that they are from people interested about serial killer Danny Rolling, because I posted about him with a picture I took of a groundhog,   As a result, people Google Danny Rolling and, if they scroll far enough, see a picture of a groundhog.  So they click on it, and I get pages views because of it.  But that wasn't my intention at all.  I was just into taking pics of groundhogs at the time. I've stopped taking pics of them.  They're cute.  I've seen a lot of great groundhog behavior.  I was recently thinking about a poor, lonely groundhog who lived right next to me.  It seemed like she wanted to be mother to some baby groundhogs living right next to me.  I'm not kidding you.  There is a groundhog hole (home) right up against the corner of my apt. building, which is where I dwell.  I think she scared away the mama and was trying to be mother to her babies.  But I think she might have been too mean.  The babies left.  One day, I heard the wannabe mother groundhog: calling out to one or all of the babies.  I heard a noise and didn't know what it was.  I looked out the window and saw her.  She was breathing heavily in between yelping.  I really think she was calling out to the missing babies. 

Holy Asteroids, Part Deux: Kickin' Asteroids.

This is Lucinda on St. Patrick's Day 2013.

Once we had packed snacks and water for the trip, Bumpkin created the life-sustaining bubble of the sort we usually use for space travel.  As usual, it will provide us with all the protection we may require: both as an outer tough wall while effortlessly maintaining the Earthly balance of gases, temperatures, and climates that we Earthlings are used to.
We took off.  We pretty much teleported right into orbit.  It's the kind of speed that Bumpkin can work with; she's amazing.  Especially when you consider that she's a groundhog; although, she's also the possessor of some of the most incredible superpowers to be bestowed upon anyone: let alone a groundhog.
Phoosh!  Bumpkin fired one of her fireballs of destruction at a nearby asteroid: direct hit!  It exploded into tiny pebbles: success!  The resulting fragments were clearly too small to ever do any damage to Mother Earth.  Bumpkin saw the results, and in the next moment, she hit another asteroid with a fireball.  It also detonated into pebbles.  She was gettin' some real work done, yes sir.  When nobody else can do nuthin' about it, sometimes the strong need to step up and mind the stopgap.  Pow!  A third asteroid was reduced to rubble by Miss Bumpy.
"Look at that big-ass one," Bumpkin told us.  We looked at the gigantic asteroid she was pointing at with her left front paw.  It was far away, a safe distance, but it was massive.  It was more than a city killer; it looked like a country killer.  Bumpkin flung a huge fireball at the mammoth asteroid.  It took a few seconds to get there; then it tore that humongous asteroid apart with a spectacular explosion.
"You nipped it in the bud, Bumpkin," I said.
"Of course.  That used to be a giant space rock that's just gonna keep floating around in space: always posing a future threat.  Now, thanks to one of my specially-tailored fireballs, it's nothing but billions and billions of tiny, practically weightless pebbles."
"On behalf of all Earthlings, please accept our heartfelt thanks.'
"Yeah.  That and 5 bucks will get me a coffee at Starbucks."
"Should I try to get out the word that you did this?"
"Do whatever you want to do.  Just realize that if you tell people a talking groundhog destroyed some asteroids today with fireballs that came out of her left front paw, then be my guest.  They'd just think you're loony tunes."