As promised, The Evening Mews returns, albeit a few days
late. I have to report that I didn’t come up with an exact plan during my
break. My general feeling was to write about cats, and nothing but cats (which
seems fitting for a blog called Evening Mews). However, after further
consideration (and consulting with my own cats), I feel that is too limiting.
So I’ve made a decision to keep the blog as it is; a place for me to park my
thoughts and my life’s happenings.
Today seems a
fitting day to restart the blog since it has been a terribly eventful day so
far. I woke up to ants in my bathroom. Not many, just a few here and there. I
walked back into the bedroom and spotted an ant on the bed!! I hate ants; they
don’t belong in my house. I killed all the ones I could find, still wondering
where they were coming from and how many more were lurking. It gave me the
heebie-jeebies. I threw on some clothes and proceeded to make breakfast so I
could mow the lawn before the heat became unbearable.
Breakfast was uneventful, thankfully. I retrieved the weed-whacker
and lawnmower from the garage and set up to mow the lawn so my neighbors
wouldn’t call the HOA about my untidy grass. We rent, and the electric mower we
use belongs with the house. I don’t get along too well with this mower since it
has a habit of shorting out while mowing. The only resolution is to let go of
the handle, then pull it again, hoping it will stay running for a few more
seconds. It takes about three times as long to mow our tiny lawn thanks to this
small glitch.
After cussing the mower repeatedly, I finally finish the front lawn. I proceed into the back yard, which looks like something from a
prehistoric jungle movie (thankfully we have a 6 foot wooden fence). I use the
weed whacker to tidy up around the porch railings. I move toward the air
conditioner when all of a sudden I see SOMEthing move and hear this
bloodcurdling squeal. I stop the weed whacker and realize I’ve just hit a poor,
hapless baby bunny! OH MY GOD I’VE KILLED IT! Oh, wait, it is running away. I go after it to check it for injuries. It is having NONE of
that. (I can imagine things from the poor bunny’s perspective – a giant who
just wacked it is now trying to catch it. I’d run for my life too!) It manages
to squeeze through the fence boards to safety. I am terribly shaken. I go back
and retrieve the weed whacker and see no fur or blood. Whew, dodged
a bullet! I finish up and then go back to mowing.
I’m still cussing and fighting with the mower as I move
closer to the little shed in the corner of the yard. All of a sudden ANOTHER
baby bunny comes flying out from under the mower (which was running, but spinning down thanks to the electrical short). WHAT THE HECK!!?? As I lift
the mower to check for fur or blood, ONE MORE baby bunny runs out! *^&%$#!@%!!!
I go over to where one of the bunnies is “hiding”. He is still alive. I go back
to the mower and run my fingers along the blades; no fur and no blood. Dodged
two more bullets. I bang on the shed to make sure no one else is going to run
under the mower. Still shaken, I finally get done with mowing and weed
whacking. I check outside the fence and don’t find the original bunny anywhere;
I'm hopeful he is doing fine.
I manage to get the lawn equipment put away and go inside
without further incident. I shower up and collapse on the bed, thankful I
didn’t cause the death of innocent baby bunnies. If my cats or a
hawk happen to eat them, I wouldn’t be bothered since that is nature at work.
But the thought of running them over with a lawnmower or chopping them with a
weed eater is too horrific to contemplate. I went out a little while ago and I
see no bunnies, so I am hopeful all the little dears got to safety and are
resting from their terrifying morning.
One thing is certain: I’ll be a lot more careful before I mow the back
yard from now on!
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