Catnip carnage

Someone separated that little white mouse's face from its body last night. The tail was nowhere to be found, perhaps devoured.

Neither Connie nor Reynaldo expressed any remorse.

Before they're gone ...

When our offices moved across the street to Illinois Center, I gave up passing these fountains and this greenery every day, twice a day. I miss them more than I thought I would, so I often slip back at lunchtime. Wednesday I took a few photos, to preserve them before they're shut off for Fall/Winter.