Poor guys have a bad rep.
Word. I love these little guys.
The other day 7 of these cutie-pies climbed up my fire escape and killed a thirty rack on my roof. They were having a grand time, throwing chairs around, dancing on the table tops and cat calling honeys as they walked by.
I gave them high-fives one by one as the stumbled back down the steel ladder and back out in to the night.
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