Welcome to WRITE ENOUGH!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Featured Post
John P. McCann Sizzle Page
'Twas suggested I post a few episodes of my work in a pleasant spot. I've chosen here. Sadly, not everything I've written has y...
-
Twice in the last eight years I've run the Santa Clarita 5k on Independence Day. Back in 2007 it was sizzling hot. Three years late... -
More memories from the boxes . Here's my life at Warner Bros. that year. Cleaned up my office after the Northridge earthquake rearranged...
7 comments:
There are things inside houses called "faucets." These can be used when you run out of Pellegrino; trust me on this.
But I'm being stupid; it was the mosquitos in your backyard that made you sick.
If that's the case, you shouldn't have let them into the house. Perhaps you need a sign with a picture of a mosquito on it and the international sign of negation . . .? Put that on your back door.
My response to the mosquitos was to fill the back yard full of sand. Now large crabs have moved in. They click a great deal. Yesterday one of them ambushed and ate a robin. They seem to be massing for some cryptic purpose. I must strategize more fully.
OH!!!!! you GO, guy!
Of course, we here in Florida have little sympathy to spare for your wussy *California* mosquitoes.
No.
WE have mosquitoes that will drink a cow dry. They suck 'em to death.
One farmer told me he saw a cloud of them making off with a whole cow once. They picked her up and flew her away to their little pond. But I think he was stretching that tale, myself.
Florida farmers aside, I have a situation here. My wife is an insomniac — THANK GOD! She was up at three in the morning drinking tea and reading an old Nancy Drew mystery ("The Case of the Oaken Dress Shield," I think). She heard loud clicking and awoke me. The crabs had rushed the house. They overran my mostly unused workshop. I've sealed up the workshop and tossed in rat poison laced with tuna oil. Perhaps they'll think it's aquatic. I don't know. They sure ate up that bird yesterday. Anyway, it's a stalemate for now. I may not go to work today.
Are you serious? A crab avalanche?
We got overrun by land crabs once this year. We don't see too many any more, but we had 'em in spades for a while. They didn't seem interested in food, though. Different kind of meat market.
Mating season.
Mr. Babycat came into the office on stiff legs, with huge eyes, and not making a sound. Not a peep. He had the most astonished look on his face.
This is the same cat that took a nap during the hurricane.
I wanted to know what was riling him up. I tracked where he was looking. There it was: a giant land crab, waving its claws around at the poor startled cat.
click click click!
I threw a towel around it and got it back outside.
Pure luck I wasn't hungry.
Post a Comment