Indibisichill

So I'm sure you all remember my back porch where I installed my recycling opus. It seems that a rather tenacious rat named Fred Scavage has moved in and become my new neighbor. Naturally since I live near the water I feared that he was a sea rat. This would of course be bad because sea rats are known for piracy. I feared for my Spanish dubloons and trinkets. Well by now I'm sure you've guessed how this story ends. Fred and I have an understanding about out garbage/compost situation. He keeps me on my toes, and vice versa. Oh man, Fred. He's a real S.O.B. He once ate a whole moldy cantaloupe, passed out in an unmarked box van, woke up in a soggy Parisian alleyway, robbed a mime for petty cash, bribed a harbormaster, stowed away on a Hungarian steamer out of Liverpool, only to arrive back at my back porch drunk on a mixture of cocaine and peach schnapps, asking me if he could borrow a gun. Ah Fred. One hell of a guy.