Thursday, July 26, 2012

Fodder For All Creatures

Farvel Cargo's Sue fussed at me for not posting and told me to go to Wally World to find blog fodder.   The last time I went to Wally World I encountered a nice cashier.  That's unusual and worthy of blog attention, right? All the greeters seem to be gone, though.  Their toothy or toothless grins and meaningless greetings don't make good fodder anyway.  Fortunately, at our local stores, they were not expected to be receipt/door Nazis.

My mother-in-law has downsized from a house to an apartment so I've been a little busy helping sort and move.  I've forgotten how much work moving can be even with professional movers doing the heavy work.   Cat wasn't much help although he investigated all the boxes.  I think he was looking for better humans.  He's told us that the current set is useless.

Our local gardens and grassy knolls have been invaded by grasshoppers.  Let's just call them locusts, 'K?  They have feasted on most of my plants and I've been swarmed by them while out on my bike.  They must have a craving for salt.  Please send giant chickens that can hold their own against the coyotes.  I'm tired of these critters.  

The vincas have survived the grasshoppers (so far) 
but the turtle may have plans for dinner.  
The liriope has not been so lucky.

I'm not tired of the deer, though.  Mama-Deer has two white-spotted babies.  Ahs.  So cute.  I wish they didn't like my plants so much. 

Mommy and babies looking for deer chow.  
Excuse the furry window screen.

We saw a wild turkey recently but Cat refused to help corral it so we could feed it grasshoppers.

The presence of the garden-ruining pests must be a sign of the end days.  Evil Twin is insisting we start on our anti-zombie/apocalypse shelter right away.  She keeps putting designs in strategic places around the house:  on the laptop, at my place at the table, in my car, on the toilet.  SHEESH! She is determined.


Excuse me.  That's better.  Now, what else has been going on?

Oh yeah.  It's hot here...just like everywhere else. 

Thank goodness the mother ship does not need me to navigate but I only made one mistake while driving to SMALL-TOWN-WITH-WINDY-ROADS yesterday.  I got to my destination but I'm not quick enough to realize that I could have corrected my mistake several times earlier than I did.  Sigh.  Sometimes I should just trust my instincts!

My instincts are telling me that I should sleep late on the weekend.  But again, I'm not listening.  I have a race Sunday morning.  I'll be up confusing the cat and heading out before Dawn cracks a smile.  It's a sprint triathlon with an outside pool swim, a nice bike course on country roads, and a somewhat shady running course.  It will still be hot, though.  Think rain!

I hope everyone is having a good summer.  Bring on the Olympics!     

Oh, and there must be cookies.

Geek fodder...and geek feet!


Rob-bear said...

Oh, dear! Giving yourself the run around, plus swim around, and bike around.

Hope you have a wonderful race on Sunday. And are rewarded with lots of cookies. (What could be better then cookies — Oreo cookies, even — if not home-made?)

Tell Evil Twin that the apocalypse is way over-rated, and to relax.

Unknown said...

Break a leg Sunday! You know what I mean.

Thanks for a heads up about the locusts. I better check the date of the Apocalypse on my Mayan calendar. Although, every date is listed as "666."

Anonymous said...

What? The Apocalypse is NOT way-overrated! And it's something we all should look forward to.

heh heh

And you amaze me Reffie all that running you do.

Good for you!

Nora Blithe said...

"Cat wasn't much help although he investigated all the boxes. I think he was looking for better humans. He's told us that the current set is useless."

Ha! I know the feeling! I've got 3 of the evil little geniuses. ;)

ReformingGeek said...

@Rob-bear - The cookies will see me through!

@Lauren - Evil twin has a baseball cap with "666" on it. Sheesh.

@Quirky - I can't wait!

@Nora - The little beasts sure are sneaky.

lotta joy said...

I've been reading about your grasshopper invasion...locust? Don't know which. Don't want to know.

We used to have a seven year locust that would invade like hell on a hot day, and fly up my britches as I ran for the car.

Is this a seven year thing?

ick Do snakes eat grasshoppers? That's what you need maybe...more snakes. said...

Dang it all... I got here too late. I suppose Quirky has eaten all the cookies by now. *sigh*

Suzanne said...

Thank you for the link and for finally listening to me! Now go build your Zombie Stronghold woman. Locust? When the plagues start do they hit the entire earth at the same time or is it kind of like a wave effect? Asking for a friend.

ReformingGeek said...

@lotta joy - I'll take anything that will eat this evil creatures!

@Paula - Yes, Quirky and the others inhaled the cookies. Sigh.

@Sue - Ok. I'm ordering materials. As for the plague? I think they move north.

Deb said...

Two of your grasshopper, er....locusts, were basking in the sun and sea spray on a rock not far above the crashing waves at Acadia NP yesterday. Never seen those things along the water. What the hell did you do to them in Texas to launch them this far north?

Thought of you and hubby as we passed your place of stay a couple of years ago. Don't worry. I ate a popover for you.

injaynesworld said...

I, too, have deer with a taste for my plants. I bought a bag of Blood Meal at the nursery. It's this black powdery stuff that is great for plants, but the deer don't like it at all. I spread it all around the plant area. Also, someone told me that if you hang bars of Irish Spring soap on your plants, they don't like that either. Hope you won your race!

ReformingGeek said...

@Deb - Sorry about the grasshoppers. They probably rode on the jetliners to Boston and then hopped a commuter. I've seen the way they hang on to my side mirrors....

Yum! Popovers! Must attempt to make them tonight.

Jayne - I may have to try the Blood Meal. Thanks!

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