Enough of this Nature business, I want to move back to the City.
I will give you a small list :
1- I have to mow the lawn myself.
This isn't such a big deal except for .... the mower wouldn't start.
The very nice man next door used his and did it for me.
Then he took mine and tried to find out why it wouldn't start.
He fixed it. I can mow.
But I don't really want to mow.
I can drive a car , I can shift gears, I like riding motorcycles , I am afraid to ride on a riding lawnmower.
2- There is poison ivy/oak out there.
I am not going to go into greenery that can make me break out in bumps that itch, burn and weep and scar.
Not to mention, there are babies and other people who will visit and be exposed to that too.
3 - I have a Mother Groundhog in a nest ( for want of a better word) at the edge of the garden.
She is big.
I don't know what she would do if she thought someone was threatening her baby.
I don't want to find out.
Minette and I watch her from Inside the house, that works fine for us.. well, Minette asked if she could go out and meet her and I had to say no .. let's keep things simple here.
4- I tried weed whacking the hedges and edging of the lawn / pool area/ etc and discovered it was mostly poison ivy.
I ran in the house and took a shower and scrubbed the top layer of skin off to be sure I didn't get a drop of poison juice on me ...
I had it once as a child, I do not ever want it again.
5- I was in the house, with a nice breeze coming in through the screened windows in the "garden room" and I heard the kitten .. in my bedroom .. making odd noises.
I walked in and she had something on the floor .. it was a battle, Minette seemed to be winning.
I walked over and she moved.
It was a WASP !!!
No ... not a WASP like me ... A BEE !!!!!
My heart still hasn't stopped thudding.
It could have really harmed Minette, she is so tiny.
It could have really harmed me , I am not that tiny but I am allergic to bee stings.
Something about swelling, breathing/not breathing, heart stopping... you know, that kind of allergic.
So I grabbed a box of Kleenex, grabbed the kitten with one hand, slammed the box of tissues down on the bee and Minette and I ran out of the room and slammed the door.
When my heart had slowed down a bit, I put her in another room and went in, carefully, slowly .. the box wasn't moving ... I lifted it ... the damn thing moved ... So I took one of my boots and finished it off.
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