Critters Galore
I went to feed the draft horse Saturday morning -- stuck my hand in the feed can, pulled out the measuring cup, and felt something furry. I exclaimed and quickly released my hold on the cup. Sadly, didn't manage to kill the mouse. (For those of you who don't live in Oregon, there has been quite a mouse plague this summer -- they've been wreaking havoc on the grass seed harvest, making holes in lawns, etc.)
Sunday morning between 1 and 2 am I was driving along 205 to go pick up my dad at the Portland Airport. I was sitting there, probably singing along with a CD, when this black and white creature loomed in the near distance. I literally screamed (little need to be inhibited in the middle of the night with no one to observe) and swerved. I more or less expected to hit the skunk, but thankfully the swerve did the job and I went on my merry way.
I was sitting at the airport waiting (turned out the plane was an hour later than the 2.5 hour lateness I had expected (i.e. it was 3.5 hours late over all)), when some guy went sprinting along the side walk outside. He entered the baggage claim area a ways down, and was observed by two jolly security guards to jump on one of the baggage conveyor belts. They asked him what he was doing, and he informed them he was getting exercise. One jolly guard stated that those conveyor belts are for items weighing 50 pounds with a sticker on them. The guy went on his way.
I was sitting there smirking.
One of the guards looked over at me, asked "Is he with you?" I understood after he'd said it the second time -- "No, he's not." The jolly guards went on their way.
This evening the Hopewell girls are putting on a bridal shower for Bertha Kaufman. We thought we'd hold it in the Turners' tub...
Anyway, a bunch of girls are coming over to my place in less than an hour to put food together, so I'd better go buy the stuff.
Sunday morning between 1 and 2 am I was driving along 205 to go pick up my dad at the Portland Airport. I was sitting there, probably singing along with a CD, when this black and white creature loomed in the near distance. I literally screamed (little need to be inhibited in the middle of the night with no one to observe) and swerved. I more or less expected to hit the skunk, but thankfully the swerve did the job and I went on my merry way.
I was sitting at the airport waiting (turned out the plane was an hour later than the 2.5 hour lateness I had expected (i.e. it was 3.5 hours late over all)), when some guy went sprinting along the side walk outside. He entered the baggage claim area a ways down, and was observed by two jolly security guards to jump on one of the baggage conveyor belts. They asked him what he was doing, and he informed them he was getting exercise. One jolly guard stated that those conveyor belts are for items weighing 50 pounds with a sticker on them. The guy went on his way.
I was sitting there smirking.
One of the guards looked over at me, asked "Is he with you?" I understood after he'd said it the second time -- "No, he's not." The jolly guards went on their way.
This evening the Hopewell girls are putting on a bridal shower for Bertha Kaufman. We thought we'd hold it in the Turners' tub...
Anyway, a bunch of girls are coming over to my place in less than an hour to put food together, so I'd better go buy the stuff.
posted by Claire at 11:05
2 Comments:
I know all about horsefeed and little (and sometimes not so little) critters. I used to live in my parents barn in an apartment right beside the horse's stall. I had mice visiting me constantly and didn't enjoy it in the least. One day I came home from church and went to use the bathroom. It was a good thing I looked before I sat because there was a big rat who decided to use my toilet for a swim only he couldn't find his way out. Now how do you get a rat out of a toilet???? You can't flush him. You can't just grab him. You can't shoot him (Bullet holes in toilets just won't do!) My brothers had the brillian idea of holding him under water with a plunger until he drowned! YUCK
That's pretty funny! Reminds me of the rats that used to drown in my goats' water pail. Nasty, and I didn't enjoy cleaning the bucket, but it was a nifty way to get rid of a few rats.
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