Friday, October 26, 2007
En Garde!
Gayle has been getting up just after 5 AM lately to do some power walking before school. It's dark yet, so she's been walking on the sidewalks lit by the street lights in our neighborhood. And yes, she's careful. I'm still abed, catching my last few winks until the alarm goes off again and I get up just before 6 AM. Gayle picks up the paper from the driveway as she comes back in the house and quietly begins her breakfast. A couple of days ago Gayle came back after her walk; the kitchen was still rather dark -- she was being kind to her sleeping husband. And...spotted a roach on the kitchen table. The only weapon at hand was in her hand, so she whacked it mightily with the morning paper. When Gayle turned up the lights in the kitchen, she saw that she had killed a raisin. I had grabbed a handful of raisins as a late night snack and had dropped one on the table. So Gayle beat the snot out of an already dead grape, and didn't even get a drop of juice for the effort. But she was able to pick it up and put it in the garbage.
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hehehee...great story :) I was all ready to commiserate since there was this gigantic spider that Krista and I once discovered in the bathtub early one morning...but it was definitely more alive than a raisen ;) Oh well...you taught that raisen a thing or two at any rate!
Good job, mom. Making the kitchen safe from dried fruit. I won't tell Luke, though - he loves any kind of dried fruit.
I would have done the same thing - thought I'm so squeamish about living and unwanted houseguests that I don't go anywhere without the lights on! Those thousand legs can be quite scary in the shadows!
I thought of something else this afternoon! I don't think the apple falls far from the tree -- remember when Grandma hacked that garden snake to bits when she was out picking up sticks? She didn't want it "crawling over her shoes"! At least mom comes by it honestly.
Here in Denver we have other ways of dealing with unwanted house guests. Because we live in Kansas, and there are fields and prairie all around us, when it gets cold, the field mice (you know, the very small cute ones (ok, so its relative)), attempt to come into the warmer house out of the cold. But we have Hal. As of today, his kill count was at 6. He dispatches them with aplomb and proceeds to leave them on the cement next to his litter box for easy disposal. He doesn't eat or mangle them, just ends their running around the basement. He's better than a trap!
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