Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for March 16, 2024

It’s ok RJ.

No brain. No pain.

I’m relieved to know that I apparently have a whole head full of crane flies. It wasn’t all those birthdays after all.

RJ should invite the fly back in to occupy the vacancy.

I don’t think animals can get gray fur when they get old, unless that’s their natural fur color.

A crane fly trying to get into his cranium.

any shelter from the storm?

Coulda been worse: a botfly. (No; I wont describe the life cycle after it lays an egg…

Whew! Crisis averted! I wouldn’t survive a week-long arc about fur-dyeing. (Grecian Formula for Raccoons, anyone?)

And here we thought all this time we were seeing the whites of RJ’s eyes. Turns out it was the light shining in from both ears. sigh.

No rainstorms or brainstorms in there.