Tag Archives: critters

Random nonsense.

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Remember a while back when we stopped at that wonderful old general store in New Hampshire?

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Well, I finally got around to baking that bread and it was fabulous.

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Crusty and dense,…. with a big slab of butter, it was almost a meal in itself.

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Our recent dusting of snow left evidence of critter visitation overnight.

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And how cute is that.

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The verdict is in, you should get a cat.

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But not this one.

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As tax time looms, I’m just going to drop these charts.

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If they don’t make you grit your teeth, nothing will.

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I do.

I really do…

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News you can’t use. .. the critter edition.

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Because the critters deserve equal time.

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I don’t know about you, but I could name a few people whose relentless sex drive gets them in trouble as well.

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Proof positive governments will tax anything and everything.

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Permanent physical fusion”? Imagine if that had happened to you on that blind date back in the ‘90’s?

Oh, the horror.

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A parasite that doesn’t grow a pair of balls until after he’s attached to you?

I think we’ve all dated that guy at one time or another.

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A new look.

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The Barn Mahal has undergone many transformations in recent years… from crap filled storage building to man cave extraordinaire being but one.

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And along the way…. the porch my husband didn’t want, the one he bitched about building but now loves because yes, I am always right…. has changed looks as well. When the siding was untouched natural wood?

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The old barn red furniture cushions were fine. But when the barn turned red?

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The cushion color needed to change as well. And if you remember… chipmunks, red squirrels, woodchucks and birds helped make the decision to recover a bit easier.

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So off to the seamstress they went… because no. River don’t sew.

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I’m quite pleased with how they turned out. And am hoping the critters give me at least a year or two before they tear these to shreds.

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Seriously?

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I used to have 3 bushy coleus.

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And then I noticed they’d been nibbled.

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Every morning when I woke up they were a little smaller.

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Until all that was left were the nubs. It’s not woodchucks, and this tiny garden bed is right alongside the kitchen door by the garage, the deer won’t come in that close.

An unidentified muncher.

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Who left me one leaf to remember them by.

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In retrospect, not a good idea.

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We have a raccoon who visits nightly. And while he’s a cute, pudgy old fellow… he’s extremely destructive when it comes to our birds feeders. Every morning we wake up to one or two on the ground, often in pieces. A month ago I started taking them down at dusk and putting them in the garage overnight. When I went to bed early last week and forgot? The husband got lazy and left them on the kitchen porch.

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Not a good idea.

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Not at all good.

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She’s persistent, I’ll give her that.

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Alternate title : The Bitch is Back.

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Still on our roof.

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Still trying to chew her way back into our house.

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Look at her.

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Taunting me.

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We’ve sealed up every entry point we can find.

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But she keeps looking.

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Did I laugh when she scrambled on top of the gutter, slipped and fell in the downspout?

Damn right I did.

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Still driving me nuts.

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I came home from the store the other day and stepped up on our kitchen landing.

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Which is when I saw it.

Do you see it?

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Let me give you a hint…

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We hadn’t seen the little red bastards for a while, but it was right there.

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A stolen apple wedge. Prominently placed where I couldn’t help but see it.

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That bitch is taunting me now.

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Still in love!

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Yeah, yeah… still the husband. Soul mate, best friend, whatever.

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But today I’m talking about critters.

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Whimsical…

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Magical….

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Absolutely adorable….

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Little critters.

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Yes, even the pesky red squirrel.

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And the mice that make their winter nests in our garage.

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The fact that these creatures are ephemeral and disappear with the first gust of wind just makes it bittersweet.

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