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Wild America and Weather Madness

Good morning! Last week, I brought out all my seedlings from the basement for planting and swore they would never go back inside, regardless of what the forecast said.  This morning it was 34 degrees at 6:30 and I think I can hear my tomato plants crying!  I should have covered them I suppose, but I'm not a coddler.

In other news, Old Man Neighbor had a bear clean out his bird feeders two nights ago. He said it has 5" wide paw prints.  So I guess that's not so big (insert nervous laughter here).  He put a trail camera out since then, so we'll see what he sees. Once again I am tempted to rent a bear costume and cause some trouble.

Then, Hubby sends me a text that he saw a cougar this morning on the way to work, near 494 and Robert St (Inver Grove Heights area). Um...holy sh#t!

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