This post is part of Jen’s Carnival at the Conversion Diary.
1. We appear to be critter central here. Yesterday, my husband brought home a bag that my sister-in-law had dropped off in his car. I opened it to sort the items and found something like a cricket or grasshopper, but light brown with white spots waving its long antennae. Fortunately, it was not as startled as me. That was an easy release outside.
This morning, my cat graced us with two dead baby birds on our back porch. However, one was not so dead. It opened its beak when I walked by. My wonderful husband took care of the baby birds and the guts that Nala had strewn across the porch, hosing everything down several times.
While my husband was hosing down the porch, I got ready to hop into the shower and discovered one of those creatures with lots and lots of long legs and waving antennae that skitter across the floor when the light is turned out. Only he was skittering in the tub. Again, my husband came to the rescue and removed the bug.
2. Actually, I’m not so fond of wildlife right now, period. Unless it’s a hawk or an owl. The squirrels are snacking on our peaches which aren’t ready to pick. There’s a mouse making its home under my zucchini plant in the garden and snacking on the tomatoes. I am going to remove the zucchini plant, but I really need Nala my cat to do her job of border security. Killing baby bunnies and baby robins does not cut it.
3. I love listening to four year olds talk. They are so expansive and creative with their language. My favorite quote from my four year old this week is: Mom, I love you as big as a T. Rex.
4. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe we are critter central. I’m so tired I forgot that my daughter woke up at 4 am this morning, climbed out of the crib, and came down to tell me that there was a bug in her bed.
I cleaned up the books in both middle bedrooms. I picked up the stuffed animals. I collected all the scattered cds and cd cases and put everything back together again. The baby helped me collect up the Madeline felt pieces and put them away. Life is good as long as the gate to the upstairs remains closed.
So, honey, we’re having purple plate special tonight a la Ted.