First off, the lease. My parents come home from their mission in about a month. That means that our awesome housesitting gig is up and it's time for us to get out. We have found an apartment, however, and signed the lease today! We're very excited to have that all taken care of. It's not far from my parents' house, so we will stay in our ward and it will be fun to be close to them. We're not excited about having to pay rent, but we are looking forward to using all of our wonderful wedding gifts and we're stoked about not having a yard to protect from the squirrels anymore.
Speaking of squirrels, that brings me to my next point. Lions. Mountain lions to be specific. Well, one mountain lion. At least, I think it was a mountain lion. It was far too big to be a housecat. Anyway, today I witnessed the murder of a squirrel at the hand (or paw) of a small mountain lion. You might wonder where I was that I would see a mountain lion out hunting in the wild (or urban wild, as the case may be). Well, I was walking to my car after work. Yes, I was in a residential neighborhood at the base of the foothills. I did not expect to witness any bloodshed. But, as I was walking to my car, I heard a commotion in some nearby pine trees. I looked over to see a squirrel hop from one branch to another. Then, I saw the mountain lion. It jumped to the same branch as the squirrel and pounced on it. Then I heard some screeching from the squirrel and then silence. While it was somewhat satisfying to know there is one less squirrel in the world, it was a bit disturbing to witness it's demise. I have decided that I am for the hunting of squirrels by mountain lions, but I am against seeing it happen before my very eyes.