Fred. Where to start with Fred, he's cute, he's handsome, he has beautiful brown eyes, brown hair, cute ears, nose, and just sweetest voice and most delightful antics. I met him about two weeks ago as I was sitting on the couch reading a book. I heard a noise, looked all around and saw nothing, then a movement caught my eye, I did a double take, and low and behold I saw Fred. My heart melted. I met him briefly and have not seen him since. I hear him every now and then, and I know he is not a figment of my imagination...in fact, he is our newest roomate...a mouse! I do believe that Marie and I are the only two who view him as a cute roommate, except for when he is noisy at night or dies, most of them die in the walls and we get to smell the decomposition process for weeks. The other two just seem him as a pest. Fred's feelings get hurt by this, I'm sure! You don't have to laugh at my explanation of Fred, but I must say I am amused at this rather sophisticated if I do say so myself description of our little friend.
Dead: (noun) D - e - d. A noun used to describe the state of being that Tracie has wished to make every rattlesnake since learning of the beheading process. This morning I went for a little bareback ride on Rocky. On my drive home I saw a stick looking thing in the middle of the road. Upon getting out of my car to further inspect (one can always use a good hiking stick), I saw that the object was not a stick, but in fact a healthy size rattler...SCORE! So I hopped in my car to drive over and squish it. It slithered away from my tire. GAME ON! So I reversed, and rolled down my window, the rattle was shaking, but it was still stretched out. We played this dodge game three or four times before it finally coiled. I drove up next to it (coiled rattlers are much less intimidating from the safety of your car), took a picture with my phone (didn't have my camera), turned the wheel so I was centered over its body, crept forward and hit the gas! SCORE! But turning around it was still alive, slithering with guts out of its body mouth opening and closing, trying to bite its seemingly invisible monster. Ew. Fortunately this slower pace made it easier to roll over one more time, this time, aiming the tire for the skull. BINGO! I proudly drove home to tell Marie of my catch like a little kid who painted a (in their opinion) wonderful picture. We decided to go riding again and on the way cut off the rattler. Unfortunately, it squished off somewhere along the couple thousand pounds of steel driving over it. I have no souvenir of this occurance. Another sad fact, upon celebrating killing my first rattler (not the way I was hoping with a shovel), I realize that its not an entirely "approved" method. Bummer. Soon. Snake. meet. Tracie with shovel! BAM!
Funny, I guess Dead could have eaten Fred, but then he probably would eat us too!
No comments:
Post a Comment