the_siobhan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_siobhan) wrote2004-05-12 04:12 pm
the_siobhan) wrote2004-05-12 04:12 pm
Entry tags:
wild wild life
My 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.
--------------------------------------------
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.![[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.
--------------------------------------------
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.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
problem solved
no subject
Preacher
(Anonymous) 2004-05-12 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)Are you quoting the title of the song from "Stop Making Sense?" I love that song. The movie was...strange, but I adore that song.
Anyway, I just wanted to drop in and tell you to watch out for them goddam coons! Don't let them move into your house!
Re: Preacher
Yes. :-)
Anyway, I just wanted to drop in and tell you to watch out for them goddam coons! Don't let them move into your house!
We have doors now, so the biggest things we have to eject these days are the pillbugs.
no subject
I've seen a few photos of the two of you...in a few, I knew it was you by the mohawk. :)
Wish J & I could have been there.
:(
no subject
I never felt there were enough "o"s in that word. I love them! Only ever seen one in the zoo, but they're great. I guess our equivalent is city foxes, who do much the same with bins and the like.
no subject
And you can't deny that I looked damn good. ;)
I lived for a year on Ellis Avenue, just west of Grenadier Pond and near lots of Parkland. I used to see coyotes all the time. Skunks and racoons were common, but once in a blue moon, I would catch a glimpse of a fox.
no subject
They're either agf folks, or the agf mindset has escaped into the wild.
no subject
Cute. As. Fuck.
I want some. Not sure what our cats would make of them though.
no subject
no subject
Then I passed the baby on the way out and realized what had been going on. Even then she wasn't overly aggressive.
Re: The advertiser felt it necessary to note that it has four legs.
no subject
After a trip to High Park he understands why I don't get the concept of chipmunks as pets.
I've not seen coyotes in TO, but anything that you see at -40 in February in Saskatchewan has got to survive in the city quite well.
no subject
no subject
It wasn't a complaint - more an expression of interest that my frame of reference for some things is often very different from so many other peoples'.
It's probably just as well. Otherwise you would get entries like; Siobhan's wardrobe report for C10. "I can't actually remember which tshirt I was wearing when. Although I remember putting on make-up, so I must have worn it at one of the night-time events. OH, it was Sunday, because somebody whoshallnotbementioned gave me a brain-melting goodbye kiss that left lipstick all up one side of my face and I walked around for the rest of the night like that because I'm not used to wearing makeup. Good thing most of my friends find my dorkiness amusing."
no subject
At least I didn't post descriptions of my daytime outfits. ;>
I am, indeed, an unapologetic femme.
no subject
And a purple mohawk.
What I find most amusing is not that I wasn't paying attention to what I wore, but that I have very little conception of what anyone *else* wore (beyond 200 varieties of black), and I hope they don't mind.