This morning started out like any other morning. I was half awake, in my pajamas, outside feeding the rabbits and chickens. And then my husband shouted from the garage door “There’s an opossum in the cat food!” It was suddenly not an ordinary day, and I was very awake. Turns out a very young opossum had gotten… Read More More adventures with opossums, or, this is how marriage works
Chapter 1 Enter the mouse: scritch, scritch, rustle, squeak. In the wall of the bedroom. He’d never been here before, and the surroundings were unfamiliar, making silent running an impossibility. Rustle. Rustle, scritch, rustle. ________________________________ ________________________________ Chapter 2 Enter Thumbcat, padding into the room on soft, silent cat paws. A simple hop onto the bed,… Read More The mouse vs. the Thumbcat
I read once that having livestock was publicly announcing your willingness to run outside, at any hour of the day or night, in any state of dress or undress, to deal with whatever emergency happened. I scoffed at that. Certainly there is time to put on pants or a jacket, right? Nope. Hubby and I… Read More Midnight adrenaline!
I am NOT a fan of spiders. I know they eat mosquitoes and other disease-carrying pests. I know they are rarely venomous. I know they rarely bother people. But I still don’t like them. It’s a gut reaction. A deep down visceral EEEEEKK! and shudder when I see one. I’d rather deal with snakes than… Read More The NOT so itsy-bitsy spider