Friday, August 26, 2011
While speaking with my sister tonight she told me yet another funny tale of where my niece, Ava, thinks I live.
Ava: "Is Aunt Nikki's World part of this earth?"
My sister: "What do you mean?"
Ava: "Is it on this earth or is it's own world?"
Sister: "It is part of the earth. It's on this planet."
Ava: "Oh...." pauses, "Is it it's own country?"
Sister: "No. It's a state."
Ava: "Oh, it's not a country..."
Sister: "No, it's a state like where we live..."
Ava: "Um, ok."
I have to wonder what is going through her mind. I love her vivid imagination....
PS. Props go out to my sister and her husband on the birth of my newest nephew, Nathan. He came into the world a few weeks early but he is healthy and cute as all get out. I can't wait for him to start talking. I hope his imagination is as active as Ava's.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
My husband thinks I might be the only person in America who hates deer. In my defense, with good reason. This year I actually have a bumper crop of apples in my yard. I was so excited until the deer showed up. It is a little buck about two years old. He has little horns with nubbins. He was here Sunday night when we got home from being gone all weekend. I told him he could stay the night in the back yard and then he had better be gone.
Monday--He was there when I woke up, came home for lunch and got back after work. When Alan got home he suggested I try to scare him away because he was eating apples and then headed to my garden to gobble up my strawberries. That did not sit well with me. I have struggled to get my garden going a midst the local city wild life of squirrels, raccoons and the stupid crows.
Going off of the husband's advice, I started hootin' and hollerin' at the deer. He just stared at me. I started running around on the deck and making noise. He went from the apple tree to the garden again. I was pissed! I flew down the stairs and yelled as loud as I could. Nothing. He just kept eating. I screamed louder. I tried yelling in a deeper voice. The deer took notice and inquisitively turned his head to look straight at me. I again made same booming noises and ran towards him. My arms extended towards the sky so I would appear larger (I have heard you should do that wildlife. It doesn't really work). Frickin' deer just glared at me and then.....charged me. He started running towards me. I had no other choice but to turn around and run like hell back up to the deck with Alan. The deer then just stood in the yard with an evil eye turned towards me before proceeding to eat again. Husband said it could smell the fear in me. Sure thing! Like I want to be hoofed to death or worse--maimed in the facial region for life. Holy Buckets!!!
Tuesday--Tried again. Same results. My sister suggested I ask him nicely to leave. I did so hoping he would abide.
Wednesday--Go out to feed the devil cat that lives on the porch and he is STILL THERE!! Aargh! This is going too far. Lunch he was there. After work he was there. I decided to take matters into my own hands. This is a deer. A stupid little one too. I should be able to outsmart it. Scare it away in some manner. If he would just stop eating my apple tree which by this time has lost 50% of its leaves and is now loosing apples non stop. Damned deer can't just eat the ones on the ground. NOOOO!
Step 1: I go out and make more noise. I more or less yelled at him like I was fighting with one of my siblings when I was a teenager. Didn't work. I was defeated. He just lays down under the tree across from the porch.
Step 2: I dig through Silas' confiscated goods that we keep in our room. No cap gun only caps. However, I did find those annoying snappers that you throw on the ground to scare people. Armed with a bag of the snappers I headed outside. The deer must have known something because he got up and walked to the other side of the picnic table on the patio. I started hucking the poppers on the deck. Then the stone walkway. Then I walked to the patio about 3 feet from the evil deer. I started throwing them around me and he didn't even wince.
Step 3: I am freaking out now. I am mad. I picked up a piece of wood and threw it at the deer. He stepped about 2 feet the other direction but made no attempt to even act surprised by the crazy women having a freak out 5 feet away.
Step 4: I go to the driveway and gathered two handfuls of gravel. When I got back to the apple tree area the deer must have sensed something so by now he had sauntered over to the garden and was again munching on the greens of the strawberries. He even ate the flowers off my poppies!!!! The nerve!!!!!
Screaming and running towards him I launched an all out army style assault and pelted him with rocks. I know I hit him but my throwing skills must be weak because he really didn't flinch too much. He kept eating although he was getting antsy.
Step 5: I am ready to cry. I am a girl.
Step 6: Desperate for something to work I started the lawn mower. He looks up. I run towards him while pushing the lawn mower. He runs to the opposite side of the yard. I do too. He zigs the other way. I zagged. He circles around the fire pit. So do I. Mind you I am pushing a running lawn mower. He goes to the garden, I follow. We circle the garden then back across the lawn towards the apple tree. He actually started to sprint!!! Yes!!!!! Although he stopped when he got to the trampoline.
Step 7: I run with the lawn mower towards him, let go of it on the patio, grab a pile of sticks and pine cones and start launching them at him. Finally he runs through the open gate. Victory is mine--for about 30 seconds until he lays down under the pine tree in the front yard.
Step 8: I realize what an idiot I am when I see how the lawn has a crazy path mowed through it.
Step 9: I mow the lawn in the back yard.
Step 10: I mow the front yard. The deer is clearly annoyed with me and walks across the street to Eva's yard. Well, at least he isn't in my yard anymore.
Step 11: Not having any deer deterrent spray or any wild game urine like numerous websites suggest I grab a package of fabric sheets and hang them on the branches of the apple tree. Deer supposedly don't like soap or fabric softer. We will see..... At least now when I sit on the bench under the tree I get a nice spring rain scent.