The Lazy Gnome...

PIB seemed pretty concerned about Melissa's comment about the "fried squirrel festival." Well, no need to worry (I think). I had this really weird dream the other night that went something like this:
I was going over to get my bike, and when I left, there were all these older women walking around with trays that had these shriveled up, hairless, baby hampster-looking things on them. One of the women came up to me and asked, "Would you like to try a fried squirrel?!?" I was horrified. I mean, who eats tree rats? She explained that it was the SMU Fried Squirrel Festival, and that everyone pitches in to round up all the squirrels to fry and eat. At that point, I got on my bike and started to pedal away as fast as I could. There were ditches of dead fried squirrels EVERYWHERE, and just as many Stepford wife-looking women walking around to serve them to people.
When I woke up, I really couldn't decide whether my dream was a nightmare or not. I mean, as gross as it was that people would actually want to eat something as gross as a disease infested squirrel, it was kinda cool that all the squirrels were gone.