A snake lies hid in the grass. ~ Virgil
Whew! It’s hot here in Texas (and I think pretty much everywhere) and there are snakes in the grass. We’re back on a gate – almost literally as you can see from this photo.
Snake spotting has begun and several of our gate guard friends have seen rattlesnakes at their site. As soon as Junior got the generator humming, he pulled out his weed-whacker and essentially mowed our entire yard. I’ve only seen a couple of snakes in the grass since we started gate guarding back in 2010. Ironically, they both wore white hats.
I was grateful for the short grass though and thanked Junior by giving him my lunch. The Company Man had just stopped by with true Texas comfort food: chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, fried okra and black-eyed peas (which I thought were beans). 😀
While we haven’t seen any snakes yet, Henry and I were a near miss with a skunk last night. Henry, who is sweet but not quite a watch dog, never noticed. We made it inside just fine. But something didn’t fare as well as Pepe’s perfumed wafted in about an hour later.
Then yesterday morning, the CM brought us breakfast burritos and later, grilled steak dinners with all the fixings. I think we’re going to like it here! So does the bat in our belfry and a mouse in the house. I heard him before I saw him last night. I think he was attempting to crawl into Henry’s food bowl. A grey streak shot past me, twice, and disappeared.
I got out my mighty flashlight and searched everywhere. I opened every cupboard. Nada. While we struck out with both cheese and peanut butter during the last mouse invasion, we had great success (13 bit the dust) with ranch flavored Doritos. No Doritos currently so we put little bits of bread on the sticky traps and peppered them with ranch seasoning. I’ll let you know…
Bats are, of course, the erratically flying mammals and ‘belfries’ are bell towers, sometimes found at the top of churches. ‘Bats in the belfry’ refers to someone who acts as though he has bats careening around his topmost part. ~ The Phrase Finder
I can’t remember the last time we had the awning open. It’d been at least a week so I was surprised to see fur when we unfurled it yesterday. Yes, we had a bat in our belfry. Many might jump in here at say that that isn’t exactly something new, which is probably true, but this was a literal bat.
I felt badly, thinking that I’d probably shut him up in the awning for a week (in retrospect, I think he may have slipped in on his own). He did quite a lot of flapping about but didn’t leave his perch. This led me to believe, mistakenly, that his leg was caught, so I kept raising and lowering the awning (part way) to try to free him. I think this mostly just served to terrify him and cause him to hang on tighter.
I finally gave up and got the broom. He liked it just fine. He like it so well that he decided to stay.
Eventually, I put the bat-broom in the tree and waited and waited, at least 2 or 3 minutes. He recovered from his wild awning ride and the bright light of day; giving me a beady eyed reproof, off he flew.
And now I think I hear the pitter patter of little toenails on the floor. Of course Heidi and Henry are both sleeping so I’m left to ignore my small grey visitor all by myself.
The last round of mice were pretty sharp. They drank all of the yellow and most of the green food coloring but completely avoided the red dye. I’m hoping this one is less discriminating.
When I was little, I loved to look for the mouse in the room, with every reading of GOODNIGHT MOON.
Now, not so much.
Goodnight little house and Goodnight mouse
Goodnight comb and Goodnight brush
Goodnight nobody Goodnight mush
And Goodnight to the old lady whispering “hush”
Goodnight stars Goodnight air
Goodnight noises everywhere
~ Margaret Wise Brown