The Ark?

I know I mentioned in previous posts that I was looking for specs to build an ark. The rain (finally) subsided but the creatures keep on coming.

As I was sitting here typing, there's a sound, lo and behold there was a doe outside my open window. She was approximately 5 feet from me. I debated on grabbing the camera knowing her sharp hearing would hear the camera click. I took my chances anyway and I was correct. She leapt across the road and onto my dad's property. He told me yesterday there is a very young fawn in the wooded area behind their house and I have a sneaky suspicion the doe is the mama. I didn't get a picture. Hopefully I will get one the next time she crosses here.

It's been a trying day around here. I was knitting and decided I needed another skein of yarn from the stash room. I headed to the hallway. There was a rope laying in the middle of the hall. Wait...........rope? I had just cleaned and I know for a fact there was no rope. Maybe a strand of yarn. Oh my gosh........it MOVED! It's a..a...a... SNAKE!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE SNAKES!!!!!!

I froze. I couldn't think. I grabbed the phone. I couldn't dial. I couldn't function. I had to think. Had to think. Cell phone. That's it. I pushed a button and called my BFF. Now by this time I'm hyperventilating and shaking so bad I almost dropped the phone. She sent her hubby out. I then called my dad and he called my BIL. Within 5 minutes 4 men were on the scene. (much like the fire dept a few posts ago). Just as the BIL pulled in thie driveway that slithering reptile went under the attic doorway. The men came armed with a back scratcher (don't ask, I have no idea what that was going to do), hoe and flashlights.
They asked questions. What color? How big? (Okay, I got that one. It started out as 1 foot by the time I was freaking out, it grew to 2 feet!), Where did it go? Did it look poisionous? Okay, men. Let's get something straight. I didn't take my knitting tape measure and size it up and I certainly didn't take a photo shoot.
I called the husband (who was at work 2 hours away) and his response? "heh heh heh......what do you expect me to do about it from here?" (after my response to him, I'm not so sure he has any hearing left)I heard later that the "guys" at the office thought this was funny.

The attic way has needed cleaned out for some time and guess what? It's getting cleaned tonite much to the DH's dismay. I have purchased ALL of the boxes of moth balls in this town and now my house smells like my great-grandmother's closet used to smell. I don't care. I want that snake OUT!
There's a beach towel lodged at the bottom of the doorway to keep him prisoner.

I gave the husband an ultimatum. Me or the snake. Mr. Smarty Pants (who thinks he's a comedian) thought for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I guess I'll keep you."

Too much sun and the snakes seek water. Too much rain and they seek dry land. Apparently there's no pleasing the slithering beasts.

Sunday Morning Hostage

It's Sunday morning. Mr. Bettis & Co went outside for the morning ritual of racing and playing. All of a sudden we heard frantic barking. The kind of bark that alerts there's something out here.
I looked outside to see Miss Gypsy in this stance barking away.












Mr. Bettis was racing and ripping in a frenzy. Of course you know he was barking.

(take note to the bench in the background that he broke over the winter. Another task for his owner)





This was the reason for the frantic behavior. Now this may appear to be a good ole' trash can laying on the ground however there is a creature in there.
A POSSUM!
Now I know every creature has it's purpose in the world and yes, I know they have a right to live blah, blah, blah. However I have had experience with possums while growing up on the farm. Not-pretty.
Yes, they play "possum" and just when you think they're dead. HISS! JUMP! Baring of teeth. They can cut off a finger in one bite. Not interested in going near this one. They're NASTY!
Therefore we cannot get to church until this creature is removed from the premises. I'm held hostage by a POSSUM!
I have a sneaky feeling this is the mother possum we have had around here for years or one of her dear offspring. Of course the "country kitty" is out and about also. The smell is just so invigorating, you know:). The squirrel is busy running and playing just within barking reach of Mr. Bettis. I'm waiting for the rabbits to make their debut. (heavy sigh) It's going to be a lo-o-o-ong spring with Mr. Bettis & Co.

Yesterday was a percussion competition out of town for the percussion unit of the band. The daughter or better known as Miss "I-must-play-all-instruments" joined the percussion unit. She spent 2 months learning the bass drum. This was their second competition and they won 3rd place.

They were thrilled and excited.

This is just a small group of the kids that participated.

It's going to be quite busy around here for the next two months. Concerts, musical, award banquets, dance recital, graduation and the #2 Son's wedding.

I'm starting to "lose it" here. I can't believe the "baby" is graduating. Where has the time gone? I think I may need stock in boxes of tissues.

I seem to be getting off track with my knitting these days.

I did manage to whip up a soap sack. I found some Rowan cotton in the stash and just what does a knitter knit with 1/2 ball of soft cotton? A soap sack. I didn't have a pattern so I made up my own.

Anyone else ready for spring ?

UPDATE: Husband found the trash can lid. Donned his gloves and with a shovel as protection he took the trash can with possum in tow to the woods. He thought the possum was injured but OH NO! He was playing possum and as soon as husband kicked the lid off the trash can, Possum ran! I just know it's going to return & I'll be held hostage again.