The Menagerie

It has seemed a little like a zoo here recently. With the house showings, wrangling two 2 year olds and trying to survive the turn or burn heat wave that is a Texas summer. Some of you real life friends know this about me, that I am a professed, "Not a critter person.". Creepy crawly things are just not my cup of tea. I know, I know, I've lived in Texas since I was five and you would think in those less than 20ish ;) years that I would get used to them. But reader, I have NOT.
My marriage is so strong because of the bug guy that comes bimonthly, to render peace and kill at things critter like. There was one time when our marriage was not going to make it. The time I felt a creepy crawly thing on me. In. Bed. Sweet, dear, not innocent, husband felt no such thing and he told me to go back to sleep. The second time it happened I screamed to wake the neighbors in Florida. He got up and tended to the killing of the critter. The phone call that saved our marriage was made the next morning.
From his spot on the couch.
So to sum up so far. Charissa does not like critters.


Last time the bug guy was here he mentioned that we had an armadillo hole by our air conditioner. He told me- All you had to do was poke a stick down there and see if anything hisses at you and then you know if it is occupied. I literally laughed so hard I cried. Me. Stick a stick down a hole just to see if something hisses at you? No way. No way at all. I thanked the kind marriage saver for his advice and kindly showed him the door. Ain't no way. So now for a chance for the hubs to redeem himself.






We/he cemented the hole as I stood back and waited for armadillo of death to come flying out of the hole as I documented it all. Because I wanted to see what would happen but I also knew I would push him out of the way as I ran screaming for safety with arms flailing if ANYTHING came out of that hole.
Critter-0 Us-1

I saw a family of skunks prance across the yard today. It was before I had my coffee. Really? Why must the critters come before coffee? Every cartoon of Pepe Le Pew came rushing to my mind. At first I thought it was the cat that comes and visits. He's black and white too. But no, this skunk family was indeed skunks. I have never seen anything like it. A family of skunks prancing in my yard. Much much later, part scared and part fascinated the girls and I walked all around the backyard to see what we could see. I did kind of feel bad, because I was with my children, and yet I knew I would totally run with arms flailing and might leave them behind if a skunk did appear. Thankfully Elizabeth wanted to be held, so I felt better I could save one if we saw the prancing skunks. The other two-on their own.
No skunks were found, but goodness it's a menagerie here.