Showing posts with label Plague. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Plague. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Holes In My Yard

Shortly after we put in an offer on this house I discovered that the bigass yard had some issues going on with the lawn.  Not all of it.  The biggest portion is thick, lush, green grass.  But this one section is mostly weeds.

At first I suspected moles but none of the identifying mounded tunnels ran through the yard.  Maybe it was mole damage from the past?  Then I wondered if it was a fungus of some sort?  I had noticed spots on one of the trees and a couple of the rose bushes.

Over the weekend I discovered tons and tons of holes in my yard.  These were something different than cicadas emerging from the ground.  I accept those bastards like ant hills, just part of the natural outdoors that is easier to ignore than battle.  In one hole there was an acorn.  Oh okay, I thought, squirrels are ripping up my yard.

Yes, yes, I realize that is a rather passive attitude, however, squirrels are not hell-bent on devouring one's lawn or ripping it to shreds to gnaw on the beasties that live under the lawn.  They make random holes, inadvertently planting future oak trees.  This damage is minimal and I can live with it. 

On Sunday I decided to mow the lawn (yes with my awesome new riding mower, vrroom vroom).  I moved the boat shaped kid pool...

Notice the nasty lack o'grass?

Lo and behold, under the boat were TWO brown critters.  They were longer than a mouse but not quite shaped like a mole.  I totally forgot that moles have digging flippers or I would have instantly realized these were not moles.  One darted off but the other just sat there staring at me, and me at it.  Was it a mouse?  It had mouse-like ears and a very mousy face but a shorter tail.  I realize most people DETEST mice but really, they are cute, if you can get past the fact that they carry fleas and the plague and will devour your entire pantry.  This guy was super duper cute.  I resisted the urge to touch it and then it ran away.  

Great.  I have mice.  At least they aren't in the house... yet.  As I said it wasn't a type of mouse that looked familiar.  The tail really was the wrong length.  I broke down and googled it.  Yes, it is a type of mouse, more commonly known as a vole.

I have since educated myself about voles.  Voles are vegetarians and prefer grass.  They LOVE golf courses.  Oh yeah there is one just beyond the house across the street.  Lucky me - golf balls and voles in my yard!  (we are collecting the golf balls and so far have found five)

Voles burrow down to a colony.  The exterior hole is the diameter of a broom handle.  Yep!


Moles form visible tunnels as they paddle just below the surface.  Voles, on the other hand, basically plow the top of the land for their tunnels.  This isn't quite as obvious in my yard.  I just have lots of brown patches with dead grass.  A lot of the green that has taken over are weeds.

I posted to Facebook my plight.  The suggestions ranged from getting a cat (two prowl the neighborhood already), shoving cat poop into the holes, concocting a brew of human piss, dishsoap, and garlic juice to pour down the holes, to dropping handfuls of human hair into the holes.  The last one would be easy considering how much I shed.

One of the easiest and least gross suggestions was to put pieces of partially chewed gum in the holes.

Guess what I had in my desk????

A "bat" filled with old gumballs.  


Seriously, shit like this only encourages my packrat tendencies.  Of course I have old gum.  And yes, I was willing to chew it.

Last night Doubting Teenager dispensed gumballs to his deranged mother who pranced from hole to hole depositing half chewed gum.  After a while he sort of got into it and was helping me find more holes.  Holy crap something has been very busy in my yard.  Most disturbing are the fresh holes in my lush, pretty grass.  This is all out war and it may mean forcing the menfolk of my house to urinate in coffee cans.

Fortunately this morning when I checked a few holes before heading off to work I noticed the gum was gone.  

I will keep you apprised of my vole adventures.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

It Wasn't A Bone Spur

I was starting to get worried.  I had a sharp pain in my heel and my inner webMD had already diagnosed it as a bone spur.  It was a sharp pain, but not debilitating.  So maybe it was something else?  I mean, my understanding of bone spurs is that they are absolute torture.  If you have a bone spur, you don't wait to "find out". It been lingering, and yes, I know, I should have called the doctor ages ago.

But I didn't.

Yes, the word "ages" is appropriate and not an exaggeration.  This had been going on for at least two if not three months.

MONTHS

I'm not really sure what I was waiting for, but as it turned out, a trip to the doctor wasn't necessary.  Putting lotion on my feet one night I noticed something particularly rough on that heel.  Like a splinter.  Balancing my leg on the edge of the bathroom sink like a wobbly, and blind, yogi I picked and picked with tweezers.  By the way, I'm really sick of this shitty eyesight.

At last the tee-tiniest little black thing popped out.  It could have been a splinter but it felt more like a rock.  It was solid whatever it was.  And I'm not kidding about how absolutely minute this thing was.  The standard tick is larger.  Of course I couldn't properly SEE it except that it was black or maybe brown.  Poppyseed!  Yeah, it was about the size of a poppyseed.

How big is a bone spur?  Because if they're any bigger than a poppyseed that HAS to hurt like a mofo.

So the pain is gone, the wound is healed, and I didn't suffer any infection.  Best of all, it wasn't a bone spur.

Now what it was and how did it get there?  I have absolutely no clue.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Friday In My City - January 13, 2012


Happy FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH

Do you know it was only YESTERDAY did I realize a FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH was upon us?  And yes, you shoud say "FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH" in ominous tones.  Actually, I never have issues with FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH.  Now Saturday the Fourteenth is ALWAYS wonky, so I'm really bracing myself for tomorrow.

It looks as though the plague has been put behind us.  Hubby and I are both rattling a cough as this disease makes its final exit.  Now let's hope Ian doesn't come down with it.

SNOW!  It snowed finally!  wooooo.... yipppeeeeee....  Of course, in true midwestern fashion, the ass biting cold is so bitter that it's impossible to enjoy the beauty of the scant inch of white stuff unless you're standing inside steaming up the window with a great cup of hot cocoa.

I love typos.  Mine are always glorious.  I just typed the the above sentance as "unless your standing inside steaming up the WIDOW..."   hahahahahahahaha!!!!!  Sometimes I send emails to Pirnanha where I proclaim I'm tired of fighting my fingers and she'll just have to decipher my message on her own.

At work I had the craziest project.  There were seventeen power-point projects created by a team of people that after they were generated someone pointed out that maybe they should all be on the same template.  Cart before horse, anyone?  So step one was picking a template that was easy to manipulate with our logo and a few other details.  Step two was to get everyone to agree said template was good enough (amazingly, one round of emails with no dessent).  It took two days to migrate the modified template into each of the documents and then change some spacing issues in each one.  DONE.... whew

Sunday, despite my raging plague, I ventured to join the public and sat as far away from the crowd as possible as my grandson was finally baptized.  It was a great family gathering, I just wish I was more fit for human consumption.

Quite the chunk, isn't he?



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