...with all the privacy of the desert Reserve for our backyard....
...that if we put in a pool, it would become the water source for every desert critter for miles around. OK, I can handle an occasional Gila Monster, or wolf, and packs of chipmunks traipsing through the yard. I'm perfectly happy to let them stay outside, because after all, we are in their territory. But I draw the line when they come into my house.
When the temperatures go over triple digits they think they ought to become part of the family.
I woke up the other morning and before my feet hit the floor, I noticed this.
Mr. Cactus had to rescue me BIG TIME.
I mentioned he'd better be considering relocation. I don't think scorpions live in Alaska do they?
Mr. Cactus tried to calm me down.
"Think of the gift that could come from this situation," he said, "I think scorpions eat THE RATS don't they?"
Ha, ha, ha, Mr. Cactus. Try again.
My pest control guy is now on speed dial, and he's been absolutely wonderful to come out and spray repeatedly, inside and out. He shakes his head and says, "Never seen anything like this. Even your neighbors don't have this problem. But, we'll take care of it!"
Sounded good, until last night I walked into Paul's bedroom and saw this right under his drum set.
As teenage boys go, he didn't care. He thinks my hyperventilation is out of proportion. He even quoted back to me something I've said to HIM a million times: "Now Mom, remember, how you feel is 90% attitude, and 10% circumstance."
I do not like them, Sam I am.
I do not like them scor-pi-an.
I do not like them on my floor.
I just can't take it anymore.
I do not like them in Paul's room.
I think I'm going nuts quite soon.
I do not like them in my house.
I think I'd rather have a stinky mouse.