Living in a small town in the American Midwest leads the companionship of animals of various kinds.
The first winter spent in these parts I found to my amazement that close (but really close) the deer are around my house. Now you say cute deer! And that's what I said at that time I also first to discover the suicidal tendencies of that animal.
traveled at night and that's a tick beside the road. I ask incredulously to my husband
"Who is it? Bambi?"
He said, "Who?"
I: "Bambi! The deer!"
him: "Ah Bembi (with American pronunciation - or you do Lino Banfi -), are not you ever seen one?"
Me: "Oh no you know Rome Bembi not run down the street!" Bambi
belonging in my garden roam many bunnies, which brings to mind the moment when I told my father in Italy: "The rabbits in the garden? Acchiappatene a couple and you make them roasting you know that the roast rabbit bono?".
Not to mention the raccoon dogs then! Lately, I have a team of raccoons that is around on the roof of my house at night. Imagine me the first time that night I hear them walking on the roof (I was home alone homo American works at night), I got a heart attack and call my husband on the phone: "There are thieves on the roof home, I run! ". My husband arrives home of race and seeing no one tells me "but you're crazy!" I insist: "But on the roof ..." Let's go out to the balcony and
look on the roof with a flashlight and there he was the villain! The raccoon looks at us with pure air from above as if to say Ehmbe '? What are you looking at? Pure
the raccoon is cute you say, yes, but a large mast step ball when it makes you sleep at night!
