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May. 12th, 2004 11:11 am
May. 12th, 2004
wild wild life
May. 12th, 2004 04:12 pmMy house is full of bags of crap and I think I need to clean out the fridge. And I can't find my to-do booklet. And I have stacks of CDs and paper I should probably sort. And a website to look at and an online store to load inventory into. And I have no idea whether or not I have a car to get the Brits to Massechusetts tomorrow.
And what am I doing? Noodling on LiveJournal. Heh. Guess the brain vacation isn't over.
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I am amused by reading accounts of the Convergence that include detailed descriptions of what the poster was wearing. I imagine this is a matter of import to the femmes in the world, but it is just so completely outside my sphere of concern as to be funny. (Me? I wore black. And something with pockets.)
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One thing I have done is clean about 30 pillbugs, and half-a-dozen centipedes and one earwig out of my bathtub. It's the earwig that got to me. I hate those bloody things.
I think they are getting washed in through the basement window when it rains. Our basement was never moisture-proofed and obvioiusly never sealed in any way either. Some of our toilet paper had gone moldy while we were gone.
I was walking out of the house yesterday to drop of the rental car and a fat racoon waddled across the road right in front of me. It was garbage night and he was obviously doing his weekly groceries. I was thinking at the time it was a shame the Brits weren't with me - I'm pretty sure they don't have racoons in the UK. I could have probably convinced them this one was a bear, he was 30lbs if he was an ounce.
Our neighbourhood is full of 'coons, I regularly see females trooping up the road with babies in a neat line behind her. There was one peering down at us from the balcony next door the night we took possession of the house. And one of our neighbours told us a story about bringing his kitchen scraps to the composter in his backyard, lifting the lid to find a racoon sitting inside and waiting patiently for his breakfast.
The Natural Sciences department of the local museum has a stuffed racoon mounted in a display that presents him in his natural habitat - rooting in a garbage bin.
Most of the wildlife here follows along the natural corridor that lines the railroad tracks.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_axel and I were staggering home along the tracks one night after the pub and something paced us most of the way, leaping along in the tall grass. I caught an occasional glimpse of white and wondered if it might be a rabbit - until we hit a level patch and the skunk waddled out and headed on ahead of us.
I'm told there are coyotes that travel along the ravines in Toronto. They are shyer than the skunks and 'coons, you hear of sightings only occasionally. Cats disappear and never come back.
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I saw a hand-lettered sign yesterday that advertised a "found kitty". The advertiser felt it necessary to note that it has four legs.
And what am I doing? Noodling on LiveJournal. Heh. Guess the brain vacation isn't over.
I am amused by reading accounts of the Convergence that include detailed descriptions of what the poster was wearing. I imagine this is a matter of import to the femmes in the world, but it is just so completely outside my sphere of concern as to be funny. (Me? I wore black. And something with pockets.)
One thing I have done is clean about 30 pillbugs, and half-a-dozen centipedes and one earwig out of my bathtub. It's the earwig that got to me. I hate those bloody things.
I think they are getting washed in through the basement window when it rains. Our basement was never moisture-proofed and obvioiusly never sealed in any way either. Some of our toilet paper had gone moldy while we were gone.
I was walking out of the house yesterday to drop of the rental car and a fat racoon waddled across the road right in front of me. It was garbage night and he was obviously doing his weekly groceries. I was thinking at the time it was a shame the Brits weren't with me - I'm pretty sure they don't have racoons in the UK. I could have probably convinced them this one was a bear, he was 30lbs if he was an ounce.
Our neighbourhood is full of 'coons, I regularly see females trooping up the road with babies in a neat line behind her. There was one peering down at us from the balcony next door the night we took possession of the house. And one of our neighbours told us a story about bringing his kitchen scraps to the composter in his backyard, lifting the lid to find a racoon sitting inside and waiting patiently for his breakfast.
The Natural Sciences department of the local museum has a stuffed racoon mounted in a display that presents him in his natural habitat - rooting in a garbage bin.
Most of the wildlife here follows along the natural corridor that lines the railroad tracks.
the_axel and I were staggering home along the tracks one night after the pub and something paced us most of the way, leaping along in the tall grass. I caught an occasional glimpse of white and wondered if it might be a rabbit - until we hit a level patch and the skunk waddled out and headed on ahead of us. I'm told there are coyotes that travel along the ravines in Toronto. They are shyer than the skunks and 'coons, you hear of sightings only occasionally. Cats disappear and never come back.
I saw a hand-lettered sign yesterday that advertised a "found kitty". The advertiser felt it necessary to note that it has four legs.