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Home-owning hazard no. 1

As a recent homeowner, I have more than my share of new responsibilities. One of which is my newly acquired landscape. I’m pretty much used to balcony gardens from my apartment renting days, which is basically just potted plants and wind-chimes. Now I have full on greenery that stretches farther than just a few steps and all the nuisances that comes with it. Namely: wildlife.

This morning I was watering the front yard and a flurry of dragonflies, bees, butterflies and dirt-dobbers were abound. I tried not to swat at bees of course, as a gardening friend of mine had warned me before so I just went along my merry way, watering and sweating up a storm. But at one point I saw/felt something scurry up my leg…

I squealed of course and jumped back. I did a little wiggle and shook my leg. I thought what had decided to set up camp in my pants had flown away because the next thing I saw was a bug (bee? wasp?) fly overhead. I was at ease thinking I no longer had a visitor in my jeans. But then I felt a scampering in a place I shall not disclosed.  I quickly ran into the house and dropped trough. Sure enough a little gecko scampering out and into the bathroom. Yes folks. A lizard was in my pants. I ran to find something to catch it with. My cat Tiger Lily seemed amused. She didn’t go after him though and just when I though she was at least going to swat at it, my little friend (I now shall call him Frankie) ran behind the sink cabinet.

I got a towel and closed the bathroom door. I put the towel in front of the door to block Frankie if he tried to get out. Then I waited about 45 minutes, grabbed Lily and we went hunting again. This time Frankie was on the wall and I knocked him down with a broom. Lily just stared at him as I tried to scoop him up into a container but alas, he ran back to his hiding place. He’s probably still there…

I talked to my friend and others who basically said having a little gecko in the house can be a good thing — they kill spiders and such. Plus (if Lily ever figures out to attack him) Frankie can be some good protein for my cat. So now we wait…and next time I water the yard, I will wear a long dress. Sure it may make it an easier route, but at least then if it happens again, I can shake Frankie off with one jump.

Can my cat have the answer to rising gas prices?

While you/we were nursing our Halloween hangovers, the gas companies were giving it to us Pulp Fiction style while we were recuperating. I knew I woke up a little sore back there from something…

Gasoline is officially above $3 – again – on Long Island. And heating oil has hit yet another record: $3.113 a gallon. Experts say it will get worse before it gets better.

 

And it’s not just Long Island, of course. The highest I saw here in Dallas was over $2.81 

I recently purchased a Toyota Yaris.

Mine is black, though… 

 

You would think that this whole rising gas crap (AGAIN) wouldn’t affect me much. Wrong-o. With my job I am constantly on the highway — speeding along from different towns and frequent trips through tollways and maneuvering downtown. Plus bi-weekly trips to see my parents. Though I can go about a week without officially filling up, on a considerably busy week I may need to hit the pump twice. Waiting for mileage reimbursement from my company can be a real buzz kill…

So yes. Egg-owners like me are also suffering right along horrid Hummer owners in this time of gas anal spelunking. Sorry if you own a Hummer. No. I don’t hug trees.

What is happening? Really? I want the real story…

I know some of you folks have the answer, right? Anyway, pretty soon I’m going to figure out how to fuel my car with cat pee.

Marie Osmond just bit it!

Don’t waste away, Marie!Holy crap! I have to admit to not only watching Dancing with the Stars (go Mark!) but that I had to blog that she just passed the bleep out on live television!  I know she just said that she sometimes passes out when she gets winded, but do any of you baby boomers remember this lady passing out doing duets with her brother, Donny? She laughed it off and had a great sense of humor, but I’m convinced the pressure of being in those outfits and competing with those other skinny you-know-whats is bound to be horrendous! I hate reaching a nice little low of the content equivalent of the overused “OMG!” but Marie is starting to waste away. All of the “stars” drop weight quickly with all that dancing though. But still. Get the girl a samitch!

*as if i could really talk*

Oh. Forgot to add that’s she’s fine, but I’m making stew right now that I will be more than happy to share with her.