I AM HOME!!!!! Well, my mom is home. I'm just thinking about myself because I'm so happy with the thought of sleeping in a nice bed rather than a hard recliner chair. :p: It's a pity that morphine can't be brought home though. My mom is much nicer on morphine. :D She's been really testy with me after I disappeared from her hospital room for 30 mins. two nights ago. It's all downhill from here. :thepain:

3 days this week working the rock dig and performing in the informative play for K-2 grade kids from local schools...about 1000 kids total. The question and answer periods are hilarious. There are other events too. Love the kids, love being at the fairgrounds (was moved from a nearby nature preserve due to weather) and loved the other folks involved, especially my big brother who runs this portion of the event through the association he directs.

My mom got him involved in this 3 years ago, from mentioning a learning tool that the association gives to local kids to a woman involved with the festival. She was there in our hearts the whole time.

And in case you didn't know...birds are made from trees. Funny kids.

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We pulled in to our driveway after running an errand today and noticed that our beautiful lush mint patch was turning brown. Looked a little closer and saw all these little red bugs all over the mint. A little google search later and we have found our culprit. The four lined beetle. Little fuckers. The picture looked just like them. So I scroll down to the part about controlling them, and the preferred method of control is to plant mint around the plants you want to protect because they just love mint. *facepalm*

Aargh. :smack:

try planting garlic in the patch

You can even put some garlic juice in a spray bottle with water and try that for a more immediate fix.

...but then your mint will taste of garlic

Nah...the smell and flavour dont permiate. (Sp?). It doesnt need to be that concentrated.

I actually used Natural Orange cleanser on them. Sprayed the shit out of the mint and killed hundreds of the beetles. And then after 20 minutes or so, I hosed off the mint so the orange cleanser wouldn't kill the mint. Next morning, there were far far fewer beetles and the mint was still alive. I need to buy more of that orange spray.

These beetles are nymphs now. The last thing I need is to allow them to mature and lay eggs that will hatch next year. Gotta kill these babies.

You need predators. Will Ladybugs eat those things?

I had a mouse adventure the other day.
An adventure with a mouse.
I was on my lunch break, walking home to Diz, when I noticed a mouse ambling across the road. I mean he really didn't seem to be in any hurry. I considered that he might even be a tame escapee, because wild rodents usually dart and scamper.

Omg I really didn't want to see him made into mouse jam before I had my sandwich.
There wasn't any traffic on my side of the road because of the traffic lights at the nearby junction, so I went into the road to harry him a little, to hurry him up.

So he sought refuge under the nearest parked vehicle, a Mercedes van. Which had its reversing lights on. Sigh. I stood behind it, in clear sight of the mirrors and watched as Brer Mouse climbed into the alloy wheel. When will this responsibility ever end?

I had to go and knock on the window of the van, which it turned out was (about to be) driven by an immaculately turned out young blonde lady. "A mouse has just climbed into your wheel arch" I explained. "My wheel arch?" she asked, which I thought was odd, because my mind would have snagged on the word mouse, but hey, maybe she was stealing the van.
She got out and Mr Mouse's taily was sticking out. She shrieked then, in proper 50's sitcom fashion.

I reached in, hoping to spook Sir Mouse, before the lady either swooned or just got tired of the whole affair and drove off. Of course no mouse, tame or wild likes great big sausage fingers appearing suddenly. Bite. Ow! Withdrew said fingers sharply, without realising they were still mousified.

Whizz goes the mouse. Dangermouse, flying over the road, right into the path of the oncoming traffic. Exactly what I'd been trying to save him from in the first place.

Luckily the whole debacle had taken enough time for the lights to change and the traffic on the other side of the road was now static, queuing at the lights. A lovely lady in a very big white car saw something at least that made her brake.

I darted across the road, picked up Bitey Mouse from where he was lying on his back, stunned and deposited him in the flower bed. Oh, I picked him up by his tail, and he was alive enough to squeak at me, so maybe he did live. What can I say? I did what I could.

My finger of course bled like buggery. No tissues in my bag, all I could find was a strip of paper. I had to go home smeared with oil from the wheel, blood from the bite over my whole hand and running down to my wrist and the fear I'd been bitten by a mad mouse and still deal with a hungry cat, make myself a sandwich and get back to work!

Anyway. No real resolution to the story. Mouse was gone by the time I walked home. I didnt look on my way back to work. No infection from the bite. But if he was a weremouse I might not know the full extent until the next moon.

OMG! You're such a good person, Sundae. A lot of people would've just let the mouse to its fate.

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Any wild animal you harry/chase/grab, will bite/claw/gore, to avoid becoming a meal. It's not will he bite, it's how big a bite will he take. :haha:

Whorrific!

It's nice outside. I've been weeding for a few hours. I came inside for a bathroom break and decided to mix a drink.

whoops.

I don't know how much more weeding is gonna take place. I drank too much too fast. Maybe Ill just go outside and sit in the chair and take in the glory of my partially weeded garden and wait to be able to stand/walk/kneel/weed/focus with more confidence/consistency.

...

that sounds kinda terrible, but look. I was very thirsty, and I got this big cup I like. I filled it with ice, full! and then mixed in some marga mix, triple sec, oops, no tequila, so vodka, what the hell, I only taste the mix anyhow.

Man... tha's a big cup. probably 32 oz, and it's almost all gone now.

I'm gonna go try to pull some more grass out of the flower beds.

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in different news, the radio just announced baseball sized hail in Nebraska. fucking fuck. that is icy death from above. yeeeee-ikes.