suicide bombers, gasoline, mosquites, mice and trees

my thoughts for today:

"Iraq Suicude Bombers Kill 28 Army Recruits" that has worked more than a half-dozen times now. ummm, hello? i have an idea to help out there. how about, "all recruits must pass through a metal detector and have a pat-down before milling about, to make sure one or more of you isn't toting a death-jacket." how about that guys? a little initiative here? not everyone standing in line to be an army recruit necessarily has the best interests of all recruits in mind? think like a terrorist for god's sake. or for allah's sake. that one is working..."kill them before they are trained to take up weapons against us." so prevent that!!! i hate having to do all the thinking here.....


mosquitos must die. all of them. insecticide to the Nth degree. do mosquitos actually have a purpose? dung beetles move poop around and help break down yucky things, as do flies, i suppose. worms fertilize soil with worm poops and aerating. bees fertilize trees and flowers and make honey and wax. ladybugs eat aphids. spiders eat ofther insects, like mosquitos. what the fuck are mosquitos for??? aside from biting both of my legs four times while i drag my friggin dog inside. DIE DIE DIE!!!!!


someone i know just got a new vehicle. he traded in his truck for a new SUV. what? i'm sorry. are you smoking crack? he is single, lives with his mother, has no real bills or responsibilites. and then he has the audacity to sit and complain about how much it costs to fill his tank. the second that statement came out of his mouth i shushed him. you. you are arrogant and think you have something to prove to the world, hence your SUV. in times when gasoline is not only expensive, but is in part driving up the prices of everything else, putting our nation into an economic slump, you make the decision to purchase a vehicle that depends upon more of that gasoline, and then choose to complain about how much it sets you back. it makes you feel tall and important to drive a big fancy car. you actually look like an ass. because what you are proclaiming to the world is this: "i have money to burn and you don't. so watch me burn my money in the most arrogant way possible, aside from actually setting fire to cash on the street corner." you have no right to complain. suck it up and drive...since you're stuck with your pretty guzzler now. good luck trading that thing in.


the other night, we locked a mouse in a closet. we lined the doorway with glue traps and peanut butter baited snap traps. around midnight i heard an awful shreik and i thought it must have tried to pull itself off a glue trap, hoping that it failed. in the morning, one of the glue traps was fuzzed. it got away. grrrrrrrrrrr. i should have gotten up and checked right away. i might have caught it limping down the hallway. but last night we caught a mouse!!!!! FINALLY. well, killed one anyway. looks like it ate some of the poison i've had out for months and passed out (thankfully) in the middle of the laundry room floor. now we clean like mad and see if more poop appears again, signaling more than one uninvited inhabitant. our mouse-man seems to think we have more than one, but then again, he claimed we didn't have any mousy evidence in the attic. i tend to disagree, since there are shits all over the place up there. whatever the case, these rodents are seriously smart. we have blocked holes and set out bait, snap traps, glue, elaborate tunnel traps, and everything is carefully avoided. i have been looking for some sort of indoor bomb to let off and then we move out for a few days, but those appear to be only for outside use. damn and blast. we have even been looking at a bleach-ammonia mix, but haven't yet, because we're afraid it will discolor our fabrics. off to clean.

it looks like a third of our ginormous tree came down in a storm this weekend. not the case. we felled it on purpose. i think our tree was planted before power lines. in which case, i seriously hate the basterd who put the power lines so close to our tree. on two sides, the branches cannot grow out from the trunk more than 10-15 feet. poor tree. the utility companies come out once every 3 years to trim, but they have been studiously ignoring one branch, which got so heavy it was pulling the line down. (it's not a power line; everyone except verizon claims it belongs to verizon.) we sawed that one off yesterday, and i noticed (just in time) that the branch has actually grown around the line. nice, guys. way to do your job. so there is a hunk of branch now hanging from the line - at least my tree won't take it down in a storm now, which has been my worry for some time. but we have 500-600 pounds of tree to clean up now. i need to hack up the smaller branches and tie them up for the recycle truck and then cut the larger branches into smaller chunks and let them dry for our fire pit. manual labor clears my head like nothing else. i swear i was a pioneer or something in a previous life. sometimes this sedentary bullshit just gets on my nerves, and sends a funk creeping through me.

after i'm done cleaning, i'll be outside. wearing lots of bugspray, putting out rat bait and attacking the dead tree parts with a hack saw and nippers (no extra drain on the power grid from me.) and thinking like a terrorist, no doubt.