I think that the strawberries might not be as dead as they appeared. I’m going to reserve judgment as the weather warms, but a couple of them have given me reason to believe that they might be willing to perk back up.
And my contact at the Historical Commission has had no luck in locating Macon’s final resting place, but he’s still got a couple of leads he’s following up on.
Oh historians, I want to write a poem to your awesomeness.
Tiny Cat Pants 