Pest Control.

 Pest Control!

 

Not as if the neighborhood has not already been inundated by rats and mice, now someone has just finished mowing the jungle down on Texas Street. That means we can expect another influx of rats, mice, snakes, and whatever else that has been living in that tall grass. Bobby Waller kept old cars down there in his yard. He is dead now, but the cars are still there. The house is empty—just another empty house in this two-block area. Two are in this block, one on Texas Avenue, and three are in the block between my road and North Church Street. It truly seems that the city has no problems with allowing empty houses and their lots to just get overrun by weeds, critters, and assorted trash. Yes, a certain old woman is terribly gripey tonight. Just ordered a covered rat trap from Amazon that might accidentally do the trick. It looks as if it will be large enough to kill a rat. And it is reusable. Plus, it is made in America. So there’s that.

 

Have not felt great today. Woke up at 3:30 hurting for some reason. Got up and chewed up a gummy. Woke up again at 6:55!! That NEVER happens. Might have to set the alarm tonight since my sister-in-law plans to be here in the morning around “6ish” to leave for her doctor’s office. Hoping all goes well for her. Cataracts are not the big deal they once were, but still.

 

Something small bit me the other night. Not sure if it was a little spider, a bull gnat, or what. It does not act like a mosquito bite, but it itches like one. Usually, the OFF spray keeps the skeeters from getting me, but this happened inside the house. Such fun. Guess spraying the house again could not hurt anything.

 

The Fed-Ex man came today with a trainee and my Chewy order. The dogs are currently begging. They have some kind of “bones” that stink like peanut butter. And they are eating them so fast that it makes me wonder if they are just hard slices of peanut butter! This Fed-Ex man has been a very nice young man. But it seems like the new one will be nice as well. SO glad that he is a nice one. Jennifer says that the one who comes to work to deliver and pick things up is a total dipstick. Guess that happens with any company.

 

Finished two books and started one of short stories today. The first two books were about dogs and the people who train them. Very interesting! Dogs are so very talented. And they can help folks who have PTSD or other problems more easily than any medication out there. The search dogs who find specific drugs, bugs, or other things are very valuable, too. It is truly difficult to imagine paying $12K for a dog that can find bed bugs! Imagine what a drug dog must cost!! Can you imagine what the border patrol must pay for the dogs that find drugs, illegal aliens, explosives, and the like?

 

Put the hens up finally. Can go get a bath and maybe read a bit longer. The dogs don’t care what we do as long as they get to sleep either on the bed (Sylvia) or in the recliner (Thompson). My critters are not the least bit spoiled.

 

Let us pray for those tonight who have suffered through the latest traumas of flooding, fighting, uncivilized mayhem, and assorted criminal activities. May God forgive us our inhumanity to man. May He give us peace with His love.

 

Rest well and look for ways to express kindnesses. You are loved.