I'm not sure how long Glen and I have had our new phones. A month at least? And although I am making do with the camera, it simply is not as good when it comes to the close-up. And if I do get a good picture that pleases me, it's only after a whole lot of fooling with camera placement and focusing. And it's still just not as crisp as my old one. Not sure what I'm going to be doing about that.
I mean, in some ways, that is a fine picture. But it's not what I would have gotten with my iPhone 13 camera and on top of that, it takes two hands to maneuver the iPhone Air to get any sort of macro lens effect. If there's an easier way to do it, I have not figured it out and the articles I read and the videos I watch on the subject just don't seem to have the information I'm looking for.
What a fucking first world problem.
Am I right?
Today has been a good day. I had a bad case of the but-firsts but mostly it was all about outside activities. My ultimate goal was to do more weeding in the garden BUT FIRST I needed to take the trash and pick blueberries and oh yeah, why not finally get those begonias and the philodendron I'd rooted into pots while I'm at it, and the porch plants were dry and needed water and so it goes.
I think that looks pretty good and am glad to get it out of a vase where it's been rooting for months and into that pretty blue pot. I just love that plant. I think it's taken me so long to get it potted up because it's looked so pretty rooting in the orange vase in my little nursery in the laundry room. But hell. Maybe I'll just go cut another chunk off the mama plant and root that. Time to have a new baby?
Perhaps.
The begonias were rooted from cuttings I'd taken from my plants when they needed trimming back. Nothing special. But I've got them in a pot outside under the magnolia tree next to a giant begonia that needs some help. Poor thing. It somehow survived the last freeze we had and is trying so hard to come back but it wasn't getting enough sun. I've moved it to a slightly sunnier spot and given it some new dirt and hopefully, the two plants will inspire each other on.
So all of that stuff took awhile. When I finally got out to the garden it was late afternoon but shady in the area I wanted to weed so I didn't even need my umbrella.
While I was outside, I did get mosquito-bit, ant-bit, and had my first yellow-fly bite of the season and those bastards are the worst. I've still got an itchy red welt from that close encounter. The ants- well, I'm not sure where they came from but somehow, I had them up my legs under my overalls and had to come inside and strip those off and put on different ones.
I literally had ants in my pants.
Oh dear Lord.
And in the Oh-Dear-Lord vein, I have to tell you something I really do not want to tell you. It involves Maurice.
First, let me say that when we were in Roseland, our lovely landlord was relating a situation where "very large mice" were getting into one of his rental houses via some sort of vent or pipe or something. And "very large mice" was a euphemism for, OKAY, OKAY!
Rats.
Well, last night, Maurice did her successful huntress vocalizations again and this time I could also hear the squeaking of what I assumed was a mouse. A regular sized mouse. You know- a real mouse.
"This has got to stop!" I yelled. Glen, who was deeply asleep mumbled, "What?"
"Maurice has a mouse and it's still alive!"
Cursing commenced.
"Well, turn on the light," he said.
I did. And you know, without my glasses I'm just blind and whatever Maurice had was a blur to me. She seemed to start heading towards the bed with this...whatever... in her mouth and I screamed, "NO!!!!"
This startled her as I am not generally a screamer and she hesitated and there was more cursing and finally Glen threw a towel over the poor animal and took it outside and then he said, "I'm going to go sleep in my chair. I'm tired and I can't deal with this."
"Lucky for you!" I said. But I understood.
So I made him close his bathroom door into the laundry room because his bathroom leads into our room and I also closed the other bathroom door that leads directly into our room so it was guaranteed that I would neither hear nor see this sort of traumatic event again.
At least not that night.
So anyway, this morning, Mr. Moon informed me that the animal had been a very large mouse which was disgusting. Where are these very large mice coming from? Is Maurice finding them in our house? I have seen no sign of them and there are plenty outside, I'm sure.
However.
And then, today, after I'd eaten my lunch, I realized that there was an object under the table on the back porch which is where I practically live and guess what it was?
An entire and whole very large mouse.
Well fuck.
Glen had rather jokingly told me that if there were another very large mouse incident I should use the grabbers, as we call them, those things you use to pick up trash or little branches, to pick up the rodent and take it to the woods and toss it.
And that's what I did.
As Lily once said when she was still living here, TOO MUCH NATURE!
Yes. That.
So do I have a plague of very large mice or is Maurice just really enjoying nighttime outdoor hunting or, well, what? I think we have to admit that she is a dedicated and amazing hunter no matter what's going on.
I will tell you though, that tonight those two bathroom doors will be closed so that I cannot hear her cry pitifully to be let in. Mr. Moon is up at the cabin and I really cannot deal with another live animal situation nor do I want to sleep with anything who has just caught and eaten a rodent of any kind and I am tired of being woken in the middle of the night by the sounds of murder most foul.
This is not how I ever envisioned living out my golden years and yet, here we are.
And here's a picture Jessie just sent to her daddy and me.
For supper they had grouper Boppy caught and green beans Mermer grew and grits, of course. Levon is tired from basketball camp and not really that upset. He was being dramatic, as Levon is wont to be.
I'm going to go cook a hamburger. Green beans will also be involved with my supper.
Love...Ms. Moon




Hmmmn, a very large mouse.... can you say "RAT"? That being said, mice don't upset me even when being presented with just the running gear on the carpet. Now if that were to be a snake - even a little tiny wee little snake, I would put the house up for sale, having moved immediately into the nearest flea-bag motel.
ReplyDeleteOh. Then you don't want to hear about the times I've found a snake in my house?
DeleteI was presented with a headless mouse one year when i stayed with an aunt. She told me this was a gift, the cat must like me. Gah! No thanks! I’ll move in with Ana!
ReplyDeleteOur cats are indeed gifting us. I believe they think of us as their kittens and are taking care of us.
DeleteMy late great dog Kerry was a terrier mix and a great ratter. We lived next to a cornfield so that meant rats, they love cornfields. My teen neighbor was a great friend of hers, and she'd present him with the occasional find. One time he said I don't mind being given a dead rat, but today Kerry gave me HALF a dead rat!
ReplyDeleteYeah. It's just so much more disturbing to find an animal with the organs which should be hidden on full display.
DeleteThanks but no thanks, Kerry!
I'm with Ana. As long as it has legs I am ok. Snakes (and worms but that's childhood trauma related) send me over the edge. We have blue tongue lizards under the rocks in the garden. I freeze until I see the legs and then I can rescue and relocate them from the animals.
ReplyDeleteThere is something rather lovely about a meal created from food caught/grown by you both.
I, too. have childhood trauma regarding SNAKES!!
DeleteBig nasty poisonous water moccasins in the water with ME!
DeleteSnakes can definitely be creepy as hell and I can understand how one really bad experience with them could affect a person for life.
Deleteoh yes, Levon *is* looking wont in that photo....but still comely, as always
ReplyDeleteSusan M
He is a rather handsome lad, isn't he?
DeleteI don’t even know what to say about Maurice! I want to praise her and then I want to tell her that she needs to cut back on the love! Maurice!
ReplyDeleteI have to circle back to the grits on the plate in the first photo. Oh my yum!
I hope you can sleep better tonight! -Nicol
Maurice has difficulty in expressing her love. I guess her love language is slaughtered animals.
DeleteGrits!
Since all of our cats have gone to the big farm ...not a single rat has been spotted or evidenced. I think that the raccoons must be keeping them dead or discouraged at any rate.
ReplyDeleteWe are so spoiled up here- no snakes, no biting bugs except for wasps and a few little non aggressive spiders. We are so soft!
BUT you would freeze and the dark would consume you so I guess we all have our issues with where we live.
how would Maurice feel about being an INDOOR cat? Talk to her about it, watch her behavior change...
DeleteI should talk to Maurice about that. Now, don't tell her but I'd rather have to deal with dead animals occasionally than a litter box every day. No thank-you.
DeleteYou're right- I could not tolerate the cold or the darkness. I would probably end up drinking all day in some low-rent dive with neon beer signs in it.
Rats. Fun, fun, fun. I have never seen a rat in a real life. I live in "rat free" Alberta, where all the rats are politicians:)
ReplyDeleteJack has a lot of drama too. He was telling me that he had a hard life because his mom won't let him bring his scooter to our house. And that there is a gang of grade sixers who punch him in the face everyday at recess. Sigh.
Hopefully your night is much more peaceful tonight. May the odds be ever in your favour.
Damn. We have rodent rats AND Ron DeSatan is our governor.
DeleteDoes Jack really get punched in the face every day at recess? That cannot be true. Now the scooter thing probably is.
No, he doesn't get punched in the face. The grade sixers aren't allowed to play in the same area as the grade ones and there are teachers watching over the kids the whole time.
DeleteWell, since this was my bedtime story tonight I wonder if any very large mice will be in my dreams. I shall report back 😀
ReplyDeleteThere were no very large mice in my dreams or my room or my on my porch last night so Big Win!
DeleteToo much nature indeed! I could not sleep anywhere all that activity was likely to be going on...
ReplyDeleteWell, eventually you'd get tired enough.
DeleteUgh, Rats! If Maurice is finding them on your property it might be worthwhile trying to locate the nest(s) and trying to eradicate them. An impossible task maybe and keeping those doors closed so she can't bring them inside is a better idea.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Probably an impossible task. There's a cat door so she can always access the outside if she wants to. I'm not dealing with a litter box. So...
DeleteBut I sure did close all the doors to our room last night and it was awesome.
If Maurice is finding "very large mice" in the house then good puss, just doing the job he/she was meant to. If Maurice is finding them outside and bringing them in I'd suggest barbed wire and possibly anti-tank mines. I'd share your horror!
ReplyDeleteHa-Ha! I love that!
DeleteThe final photo makes up for the very large mouse talk. At least they’re not showing up alive. Bless Maurice.
ReplyDeleteWell, the one she brought into the bedroom was alive but probably wouldn't have been for long. That cat doesn't just use her claws and teeth to torment her humans.
DeleteYes. Bless her. She's just trying to take care of us.
At the very least, Maurice must be keeping the mouse population down. Without Maurice, I can't imagine the numbers.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, with doors closed, you and Glen can have a full night of sleep, and all mouse deliveries will stop.
I didn't even move last night. I swear.
DeleteSorry to hear a nighttime adventure...or two. Being loved by a feline who is also a hunter does make for losing sleep and using grabbers...or dust pans, to dispatch the leavings, offerings, and big mice!
ReplyDeleteThe grabbers worked very well. I usually use a broom to scoot the dead creature onto a dustpan but the grabbers worked very well and I didn't really have to look at the thing.
DeleteI spray my sun hat with Off to keep the bugs away. But we don't have as many awful bugs as you do, I think. Shutting all of the doors to keep the rats out sounds like a great idea to me.
ReplyDeleteIf I sprayed my hat with Off, the biting bugs would laugh their asses off. We have hardy, hungry insects around here.
DeleteNo rats in the bedroom last night.
As a fellow sufferer with at least one "very large mouse" nearby, I sympathize. I'm impressed Maurice caught it, actually. She's a fighter!
ReplyDeleteShe IS a fighter. And a killer too.
DeleteI can tolerate mice to a certain extent though I do wish Cat would catch the one that knocks my little bird skulls around almost every night but rats? No no no. Maybe it's just the camera but that Virgil is one skinny dude. Love those placemats though.
ReplyDeleteVergil is very thin. He keeps quite fit and eats very well.
DeleteYou need to have a talk with Cat.
Maurice sounds like an efficient and prolific hunter. I would not want her bringing me things though! Wow, mosquitoes, ants, and yellow flies. I am not sure what a yellow fly is. Is it like a deer fly? Those bites hurt like hell.
ReplyDeleteYellow flies are the pets of the demon.
Deletehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diachlorus_ferrugatus
They look and act like stealth bombers. You have no idea they're even around until one is sucking your blood and injecting painful toxins into your body.
I checked out the link you provided. Those are demons. I would hate them!
DeleteAt least she didn't catch a bird.It is always so awful when my cats catch anything,but God forbid they should catch my robin or thrush!I feel so sorry for the "large Mice" that are sometimes caught, too!
ReplyDeleteI HATE it when she brings in a bird but that is very rare. She mostly sticks to rodents, if you count squirrels as a rodent.
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