I totally enjoyed this story of Uncle Sam's Nephew l.b. being
snatched from the hollow of a tree before discovery by hoards of leaf
peeping weekend walkers. How the heck did Wanda keep a poker face
while hearing the ensuing "hollows in trees as habitats" lecture??
My hat (which shades an often tell-tale blushing face) is off to her
valiant efforts in the name of preserving the sanctity of a
tupperware's generally peaceful and safe sanctuary.
Cat lover/teacher/gardener