After our bike ride on Saturday, Neighbor Tim graciously had an impromptu post-poker run backyard party, complete with karaoke and a great fire in the pit. Most did very well with the singing such as Tim, Carrie, Ina and Richard. Others, sadly, not so well. Kevin sounded much like a braying hyena with gallstones. CG and this writer had the good sense to abstain.
Restroom accommodations for the fellows were varied: pick amongst three trees. So, after a couple of beers I saunter over to the biggest tree (Freudian coincidence?) and as we usually scan the perimeter when our hands are full (literary freedom?), I commence scanning. All looks quiet until I spot the tree and I must admit I jumped a little when I saw what was spying back.
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