Whose Woods These Are

I went outside to turn off the sprinklers and found this picture, which I found interesting. The mosquitoes outside, however, found me very interesting, poked through my sweatshirt and pajama pants, and stung me four times in as many minutes.

So I'm sitting here, checking my baseball scores and minding my own business when I hear this persistent whirring coming from the direction of my parents' room, like a weak vacuum cleaner. I go investigate and find my father, 9:30 at night, kneeling and hunched over, gently feeding paper into his shredder.

Moi: Bah, what are you doing? Are you evading taxes?

Father (unconvincingly): No... you are.