In my last few blogs I discussed the problem we had with raccoons in our chimney and mice in our attic. Turns out the mice are squirrels. And my cat Gibby (with a soft G) is training for Wrestle Mania. Or so it sounds. And going by the alias, The Headhunter.
At night I can hear slamming and running across the attic floor above my head. Richard has gone up but finds nothing.
Gibby has gone up—slam, wham—and comes down with a dead squirrel that then shows up on our front lawn without a head. Thus his alias in the world of wrestling—The Headhunter.
So far we’ve had the raccoons, the squirrels and the ticks.
Ah yes, the ticks. How the heck do they land on an animal? Do they fly? Jump? So many. They suck the blood out of my dog and cats, plump up, then fall off everywhere. Richard came in one day and asked why all the blood along the floor? Looked like someone stepped in some and tracked it through the house. Yup. If you can guess it….Richard must have stepped on a blooded up tick, popped it, and then tracked its blood through the house. DISGUSTING.
I do believe I’ve mentioned coyotes? Haven’t seen one yet, but have been instructed by our neighbor to get a shotgun and kill them when I see them in my yard. Apparently I don’t need a license for the gun or a license to shoot the animal. Nor do I apparently need to know how to shoot the gun. Just aim and fire.
Remember the “Billy Club”?
If you can guess it….Richard must have stepped on a blooded up tick, popped it, and then tracked its blood through the house.
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