Critter War

This little guy emerged from the woods this evening and strolled to the edge of the pond for a drink. Didn’t even ask. They don’t raise young bears the way they used to. We thought he might jump in to cool off. It’s been blazing hot all day. Not to be. He stayed just long enough for my lovely bride to adorn him with the name “Bruce”. Long live Bruce!

Speaking of her nibs, she has recently adopted a pronounced war like demeanor. Last night she encountered a small black snake that had lost its GPS and wandered into the porch. Her weapon of choice was a vacuum cleaner. After having been chased to all four corners and under several pieces of furniture by this snarling. sucking, roaring contraption, the snake opted for an open door. Heaven knows what would have befallen it, had it been sucked into the maelstrom and deposited with days’ worth of carpet crap. I suppose cold blood can run at pretty high pressures too.

Worse than snakes, by far, are spiders. Afflicted by a severe case of arachnophobia she places root canals way above spiders on her list of favorite people. In fact, she dispatched a very hefty one with 35 lb of my physical therapy weights yesterday. And a wasp with our TV remote. Guess I won’t be watching much TV for a while.

Now that I think of it, that little bear was pretty cool.