Clothes on the Line

I always wanted to grow up and live in a house where I could hang clothes out to dry on a clothesline. I'm not really sure why. It just feels good and right. Like that's what you're supposed to do with wet clothes.

Lo and behold, the little, yellow house has a clothesline. Our landlord offered to pull it out and get rid of it, but I declined that crazy offer. It's a simple clothesline with one lone string that is rather saggy. But it does a swell job.

I'd be remiss if I did not mention the splendid weather we've been having.

I love it.

It's like the Indiana that I've always dreamed of.  It awakens my soul and puts a skip in my step. What can go wrong when it's sunny with a high of 75 in March?

Nothing. Cuz I can hang the clothes on the line.

And the trees are starting to bud.

And Bo... well, he is not swayed by any sort of weather. The epitome of consistency, he is always happy and wanting to play. But deep down inside, I bet he prefers the warm weather.

This creature was not so lucky, however. The abnormal temps must've gotten to him.

The warm weather made him reckless. He scurried up a tree-like pole without confirming that it was, indeed, a tree.  Ouch.
And I'm left wondering:
Should we call the electric company?
How long has he been up there?
Will we be forced to watch him slowly decompose?
Why do I assume it's a he?

Meanwhile, I bet the laundry is dry. Better go bring it in!