Batgirl

We were taking a stroll in downtown Brenham last Friday evening, when we heard squeaking. This little thing was so pitiful. It was lying there on the sidewalk in a corner. I swear my first instinct was to pick it up, and feed it or something. Griffin brought me back to reality when he reminded me that the reason why he is squeaking and on the ground is because he is most likely rabid. The voice of reason -- from my 10 year old son. Who knew?