Bon Iver

As I searched the bin for a perfect pair of shoes, I stumbled upon my Dexter Dotties. Ah bowling, it's been such a long time. I slowly picked up the shoe and inspected it closer. There seemed to be something inside. Running to the bathroom, shoe in hand, I emptied out its content: seeds. Bird seeds. How could this...{lightbulb goes off}...sigh...I know exactly how this happened!

Some months back, upon the prodigal daughter's arrival, while looking out the large glass window in the kitchen, I commented on the birds at the feeders in the backyard. "what beautiful birds you guys get here!" i exclaimed. my father was quick to respond, "good until the chipmunks get into the feeders." "aw, but the chipmunks are so cute, who would ever mind?"

About a month or so back I thought it may be time to move my stuff from my apartment, AKA, the garage, down into the basement. It was getting rather chilly out there, and I just didn't think it was the type of environment for microwaves, and such to be sitting with the prospect of a cold winter luming. It never really crossed my mind that the only possessions I had left to my name, may not be in the exact shape that I once left them in.

My favorite garbage pail, the one that I've had since high school that has stickers from over the past 13 years on it, currently stores many different pairs of shoes. From heels, to clogs, to sandals, to strappy sandal heels, they are all within the confines of this perfectly papered blue trash can. 

Upon the removal of these shoes I found that chipmunks were using said shoes as their own personal pantry/kitchen. Many seeds were eaten, even more were just waiting for that winter chill to set in so they could snuggle up inside my Dexter Dotties and be fat as Theodore by the time the leaves were back on the trees. How could they? After I defended them? And with all those times I saw them scurrying in and out of the garage never once to stop and think that they were the old chipmunks who lived in the shoes! AND they shed! And what else were they possibly doing...making chipbabies?! IN MY SHOES?? What ever would David Seville say about this?

Just a girl, and animal lover, fearful for what may be in her favorite pair of heels as she slowly slips them on for her next dressy event, to suddenly realize that she may be taking more than one date.