12.01.2009

Flies, Mailboxes, and Rescued Peahens

Flies: We just had a cold snap, and the plague of flies are now (fingers crossed, hopefully, please-gawd-please) dead, dead, DEAD! They'd been horrid this Fall, hanging out on the screen doors in swarms, and getting into the house constantly. We don't use bug spray (we're "catch & release" folks whenever possible, even with scorpions), so were swatting throughout the days and into the evenings. I would have preferred to shoo them out, but you can't shoo out a fly. It's like trying to herd cats: just ain't gonna happen. One night, I killed over two dozen flies just in the kitchen alone. On the upside, all this swatting really improved my hand/eye coordination, so I'm hoping to parlay these skills into whatever next PC game I pick up.

Mailboxes: our mailbox must have really pissed off someone. I was bringing home the peahens, and decided to check the mail on the way in. Usually have to lean over the passenger side to get to the mailbox, but couldn't quite lean far enough over to get to it this time. Not only was it beaten flat, but it had been knocked completely off its post. No getting the dents out this time, the box is toast. Next question: should I go the thrifty-yet-time-consuming route and make a cement-lined mailbox (you know, for the surprise factor next time the Mailbox Baseball team takes a slug at it), or go the lazy/expensive route and buy a Veeders Carbon Steel mailbox? Decisions, decisions...

Oh, and those rescued peahens mentioned: yep, got three of them this afternoon. A local breeder was hoping the feed store I work at would sell them, but the store only sells chicks. These poor adolescent girls were wet, cold, and huddled together in a way-too-small cage that was being hauled around in the back of the breeder's pickup truck. In the rain. The neon "SUCKER" sign on my forehead started to flash and overheat. The breeder really wanted to be rid of them - "we've got too many females" - so I said "I'll take them off your hands, since the store isn't willing to buy them." "You got'em." Free. [Although there's really no such thing as a free pet, is there?] Brought the girls home, and set them up in a quarantined area. They appear to be settling in just fine. Have named them after three of the Nine Muses: Calliope (poetry), Euterpe (music), and Thalia (comedy). They're just now getting some of their colored feathers. Should be beautiful green ladies by Spring. Bonus: they like to eat scorpions! Perhaps they can keep the population around here down enough so we won't find scorpions in the house anymore, as in: on our clothes... on the bed... in the bathtub...

8 comments:

  1. Flies! Flatten mailboxes! Peahens! What an adventurous life you lead. I am exhausted just thinking about it.

    I vote for the steel mailbox. I have a feeling it's pretty tough. Of course, it won't be cheap...

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  2. I have to say...the satisfaction we have in the knowledge of the cement -lined mailbox is, well, perhaps inappropriate. But it feels awfully good. I'm just saying.

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  3. Do the peahens make a mournful cry, too--or is that just the cocks's version of cock-a-doodle-doo?

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  4. @Susan: there's a pic of a tank rolling over the mailbox, and the mailbox is holding steady. Woof!

    @Karen: probably what we'll end up doing, too. Smug: it's whats for breakfast.;-)

    @mss @ Zanthan Gardens: peahens are quiet, thankfully!

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  5. So can we call you Flannery now?

    I had no idea anything ate scorpions. Big plus in my book. I hate those little f*ckers. In addition to those surprise locations you mentioned, I've found them (dead) in the trap of my washing machine.

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  6. D. A., can you let me know if my blog is going through? My sister says it isn't. Can you take a quick peek? Thanks. MEB

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  7. As tempting as it might be to break both the arms of the person killing your mailboxes, by say; undenting your old mailbox (to tempt them) and filling it with concrete mix, I suspect that it would only make an obviously angry person angrier, and lead them to further vandalism.

    get the bomb-proof one, and coat it with thick soapwater to keep spraypaint off.
    -Shannon

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