Non-Musical Love and Rockets
(comicgenesis link to the same strip here)
Ain't that always the way? Meet the dog man of your dreams and he pulls out a rocket launcher. Unless you're planning a Bruce Cockburn singalong, it can be awkward.
Hey, it's not as bad as having a raccoon run at you screaming like I did the other night. According to the neighbors there was more than one so it could be that I just walked in on play time. I know I walked in on naptime. You ever see a sleeping raccoon butt? I saw a sleeping raccoon's butt in my tree. How do you raccoon-proof a cherry tree? It's like, growing food! I've been engaging in extreme deforestation out in the backyard. All my lovely overgrown topiary blancmanges, I have to make them wispy. It's not as quick or fun as Farm Island Tiki Café Wars, but it's all airy and bright inside the hedges again. So vines can grow up them.