Be glad you're not me

Well, Miss Lucinda did it. She killed one of the squirrels. I woke up to the sounds of her murderous rampage.

And upon waking, I realized that my left eye is swollen because of some allergen.

Great.

Winner of the giveaway is coming later. I told the urchins they could do the old draw-the-name-from-the-hat method of choosing.

But first, I have to relieve Lucy of her prize.