Science, fiction, snow, and creatures

It’s snowy. It’s mid-November.

There’s been a snow day for the oldest. In mid-November!

Holy cow. Here’s the science fiction part: I’m happy about it.

Seriously; so I guess that’s not all that fictiony.

Winter is rolling in, and things are looking up. But there are some vacant houses around, some of them even pretty close. Close enough to walk by. My dad came in today to tell me that the house one over from the amazing guy next door had a tauntaun looking in the front window.

Hang on. That’s pretty science fictiony, but it’s pretty wrong, and sort of backward. It was a standard poodle, actually. And apparently it was inside the house. The vacant house had a poodle in it, looking out the window at the snow.

Snow in November.