Thursday, June 02, 2011
I had to rob Peter to pay Paul so I could post today.
My wireless keyboard wouldn't type and I desperately needed two AAA batteries. So I robbed the TV remote to pay the keyboard.
But this is not what I've come to tell you today.
I've come to talk to you about reptiles (and maybe an amphibian or two)...
The summer is a plethora of slithery animals here in the piney woods of North Carolina, and I wouldn't mind them so much if they didn't seem so intent on invading my life. Of course, some would argue that it is I that have invaded upon the space of the fork-tongued reptilians, but I say tom-ay-to/to-mah-to...who pays the mortgage on this acre in the woods?
You may have guessed that I am not a fan of things that slither and crawl.
I have managed to produce not one, but two, offspring that think lizards and snakes are amazing creatures that must be caught.
Case in point:
Or the brown lizards.
There was much worry about one of these lizards due to the unfortunate loss of his back leg.
Uh, that would be a negative.
Stumpy's stump had already healed over. He didn't need our TLC. Plus, that bowl they were keeping their tiny treasures caged in is one I really wanted back.
After the lizards we had three visitors on the same afternoon:
A turtle, bigger than a dinner plate, wandered into the street in front of our house. We live two houses down from a pond. At this time of year the turtles come out from hibernation and forget which direction the pond is supposed to be. We took this guy back to the water, and he immediately swam to safety.
We also had frogs:
I don't really mind these critters as much. Don't get me wrong I'm not going to hold them or invite them over for tea, but the kids enjoy catching them and looking at them for awhile.
What I do mind is when a four foot snake is climbing a tree...
Yeah, me neither.
They can. And they do.
I know these guys are good for the garden. But seriously, I do not like snakes that climb on trees.
I do not like snakes that help in the garden.
I do not like snakes.
Oh, it's gonna be a long summer.