| ***Vegetative State***Scorpions***In the Ditch***Field Rat Heart Attack***Heat Wave***
Vegetative State
I get silly ideas of what would be fun to try sometimes, and set out to implement it. One day in early July, I woke up tired.
Physically, Mentally, Spiritually.
It would be fun to not Watch T.v., nor read any books, or get on the Internet for a whole month, I thought. Where this idea
came from, I don't know. But I decided to implement it.
For the first 3 or 4 days, it was pure bliss. I sat in a chair outside, when I got home from work, and just watched the sky,
birds and trees. Didn't think about nothing. Nothing at all.
Enlightening, restful, relaxing. Very very awesome.
Then the 5th day or so, I got bored as hell. What a stupid plan to do this for a month. It's kind of like when you eat way
too much, and think it would be cool to go on a diet.
Or if you are a fat body, and think it would be cool to exercise. It's fun at first, then reality sinks in, and it's pure
unadulterated torture. It became like grinding ten penny nails with your teeth, and chasing them down with a iodine chaser.
Scorpions
I don't recall seeing any scorpions in Oklahoma. Saw some in Florida, got stung by one in the ear. But they were smallish,
skinny, and not that threatening to look at. Though the sting burned like fire. Felt like a Bee Sting.
Anyhow, I cruise outside, and want to move some big rocks over to Sandy Junes' new flower garden, and I'm not wearing gloves
or nothing, just grabbing up rocks and cruising with them.
I was trying to move this huge rock, and I got the sucker flipped over, and boom, there are about 20 baby scorpions all over
it. They were tiny, skinny, colorful, and kind of cute. I felt more curiosity than fear. My first thought was to let them
live, leave the rock, and just pretend I didn't see them. Let them hunt whatever it is they hunt at night.
Then I see the momma over to the side, about two inch's long, brown, bloated, with what looked like Wolf spiders legs.
Horrifying disgusting creature.
The next day, I doused that whole area with chemicals. Put about half a bag of that "sevin" stuff all over. Goodbye little
creatures from HELL. I felt no guilt either. I sent those little *******'s to Scorpion Hell.
Field Rat Heart Attack
Aight. It's raining. It's night, it's dark, getting close to bedtime. I head out to the porch, and sit on the bench, looking
at the rain. I see Oscar, our stray we take care of, and he is heading in out of the rain. I figure he is getting wet, that's
why he is running.
He gets on the porch, and in the shadows, I see his profile, and he has got a rat in his mouth. So I cruise inside, and turn
on the porch light. "He's got a RAT!" I yell to Sandy June. She comes running over, and Oscar has set the poor little thing
on the porch, and is just staring at it. It's sits there terrified, and shaking. It tries to run, and Oscar gets it back in
it's mouth.
Now at this point, all my empathy goes to the rat. Which don't look like the typical New York Sewer Rat. It looks like a cute
cuddly field mouse, all fluffy and furry, and cute as a button. So LIKE AN IDIOT, I open up the door to get Oscar off it.
Just then, the bugger runs in the house, and Sandy starts screaming. Then we had a big fight, cause she was yelling and
screaming, and it was hurting my head. I jumped up on the table, cause I was barefoot, and cute as a button on not, I don't
want no Rat biting my toe.
Long story short, chased that rat all over, and it got behind the T.V.
Oscar gave up interest in it, and I couldn't find it. I wanted to go to sleep, but that was unacceptable to Sandy June. She
kept yelling that it was not behind the T.V. but was in the bedroom or the bathroom.
I took a broom and nudged the sub wolfer, and out it ran, spazing out. Hopping around, jumping in the air, scared and crazy,
it just dropped and went limp and started bleeding out his nose. I figure it had a heart attack or a stroke and gave up the
ghost. I pulled it out with the broom, and Sandy June got some tongs and picked it up and threw it outside.
Poor little bugger.
Heat Wave
We are in the fourth day of post 100 degree heat, and sitting outside and looking at the birds and trees is not an option.
This "T.V., Internet" Fast sucks, and I'm opting out. I aint sitting outside in no 102 degree sauna. That's Bogus with a
capital "B". | |
Welcome back. 
Finally, he got the message, and left, for good.