Miss Julia is an Escape Artist
I unloaded the car and brought Mason’s birthday presents into the living room while Becky sorted and made a pile of old toys to take to Goodwill. Each time I made a trip to the car Miss Julia made a beeline to the front porch. When I returned I shuffled her in while managing not to drop anything. I locked the door and she stood there, looking out between the slats of our screen door like a downtrodden prisoner. Her silent protest soon turned to intermittent screams accompanied by a shaking of the door.
“She want to go outside Michael! Put her pack-n-play on the porch with some toys and let her enjoy they day.” said Becky. I dragged the play pen from the back office, set it up on the front porch, a placed some toys in it. I tracked Miss Julia down, placed her inside and went into the living room. I could see the play pen and we could hear her playing. By playing I mean she was throwing things out and shaking the sides with a very angry look on her face.
As I was taking Mason’s new race track out of the box it suddenly got quiet. I looked up and Miss Julia had escaped. (Our yard is fully fenced in just in case of a situation like this, so we were not worried about her making a quick trip to Winn Dixie.) I was curious to see where she was headed and opened the front door. The toys I had placed in her playpen were in the rose-bush, azaleas, and on the front porch. I turned the corner of the house and saw her trucking toward the swing set. She saw me running toward her and she let out a giggle. I caught up with our little honey badger just as she got to the bottom of the slide. She was not happy and tried to wiggle free as I scooped her up and headed towards the house.