[4/30/12] Monday Memories: The Hunter

Our little Abby is quite the vicious hunter:

Don't let the pink princess crown fool you.

Or the innocent face.

She is quite stealthy.

Here is one of her first victims:

I don't have a picture of her very first birdie victim.  

Here's the story of her first "kill":

I was snoozing on the couch one afternoon and vaguely remember hearing her come in through the doggy door.  The next thing I remember is feeling something very soft on my arm. At first I thought it was Abby, because sometimes she'll come lay by me and rest her head on my arm.

But I realized this fur was way too soft to be her fur.

I looked at my arm and there was a dead bird on it.

I started screaming.

Kam, who was upstairs doing homework, came flying down the stairs to see what was going on.  I screamed to her what was going on and she started screaming.  Abby was freaking out. She thought I would be so proud of the present that she had brought me.

We found a pair of chopsticks to try and pick up the dead bird, but we kept dropping it back on the couch, where it'd roll around.

Again. More screaming.

We finally got it picked up and put it in a grocery sack and put it in the garbage.

Then we decontaminated the furniture and tried to start breathing normally again.

That was hard.

The picture above is of her second victim.

I stepped on this one, not realizing she'd brought me another present.

She still couldn't understand why I didn't appreciate her presents and why there was so much screaming when we'd find one of her presents.

We found her third birdie victim right in the middle of the living room.  Again. No appreciation for her presents was shown.  But there was more screaming.

I guess the bright spot in all of this is that she left her presents right out in the open, not hidden somewhere behind something.

Abby's vicious hunting skills have surfaced here in Georgia.

We went to dinner with some friends Friday night and stopped by the house to pick up some cookies Kailen had made before we went to our friends' house to play games.  

I guess the girls had texted us, but we didn't get the text.

John walked in to find Kam and Kailen freaking out over this:

This was a cute little chipmunk.  Abby had gotten it through one doggy door onto the screened-in porch and hadn't been able to get it through the second doggy door that leads into the house.

Thank heavens for that.

John picked it up and put it in the garbage.  The girls finally calmed down.

I think we better keep an eye on our little Abby.

And I wonder if word has gotten around in the chipmunk population that there's a vicious chihuahua living in our neighborhood.

Chipmunks beware!