"Buffalo in spring, Muse," I said. "Could be a rain of frogs next. You never know."
"It's even freaking the squirrels out. Look at them out there under the bird feeder, fighting over the spilled seed."
"Um. Muse? They aren't fighting."
"What?" She squinted through the glass. "Oh my. I guess they do know it's spring time."
"Welcome to the Wild Kingdom, Marlin. Enjoy your stay."
She pinched me. "Shaddup."
