Langoliers

Josh suggested last week that the next time I see the pest guy that I ask him about the holes in my yard. Oddly enough, the pest guy called within a day or so. So I did remember to ask him, in my haze at being awakened at the boggling hour of noonish. He asked if I thought I had rats. Well, I hadn't thought of that but the since he mentioned it I've been a little creeped out by it.

He came by on Monday, knocked on my door and we went into the backyard. I showed him the holes shown in the first picture (minus Ozzy who stayed inside this time). He was duly impressed, and went to the other side of the backdoor to look around; moved the plant next to the door and there it was, right behind the bottom and top of the outdoor fireplace (I had put them there, standing on their sides, so they wouldn't rust with accumulated rain and sleet - aren't I clever? not so much, as it turns out) an even bigger hole, and the one with all the traffic, as evidenced by all the little droppings, **shudder**    **shudder again** I took a picture with my foot in it just for size, but you can't really see the gaping size of the hole, or maybe it's just the **shudder** factor.

We talked about what it could be. He must have noticed my reaction because the R-word didn't come up again. He pointed out my proximity to the field just on the other side of my back fence and told me that other developments close to undeveloped land have had problems, too. I told him I had looked around my fence line and hadn't found another hole and he found three of them behind the transformer box, little ones. Okay, that pretty much proved where they're coming from. And, by the way, he did say, without me prodding him, that they were living UNDER my slab. That's right, under my house. Ha! I'm not crazy. Well, at least the pest guy doesn't think I'm crazy.

Anyway, I'm going to give it a little while longer and then get some top soil at Home Depot to fill in the holes. I've been afraid to do anything in the garden. Well, still am, to tell you the truth. Those are mean looking holes. I'm going to buy a long-handled fork, too, emphasis on the loooooong.

I just noticed that Ozzy has divested the chair in my bedroom of the king sized quilt and two pillows that were residing there. I just found them on the floor while Ozzy was innocently curled up on my bed. I looked down to pet him and talk to him and his little right eye is beginning to lose some hair again so his allergies are bothering him, too. He puts his little head on the floor and just snowplows it to rub his eyes when they itch. Poor little guy. With all the wind and no rain for so long its no wonder, for either of us.

It's ten o'clock now and time for breakfast. It seems I've temporarily fallen back into the bad not-eating habit. It's really hard for me to keep up my appetite and I haven't been doing too well with it lately. But, since I don't want to have another gall bladder attack, I know I have to eat. Nothing like the the remembrance of pain past to keep one on the straight and narrow, as it were. 

Oh, and how can I not remember the big news - I got my HLN Headline News t-shirt and autographed picture today! Finally. Now I feel somewhat deflated because I realize that I haven't won the trip to Atlanta. Oh well - I'm a winner! The autographed picture was somewhat smooshed but still, it was autographed and I'm sure that's the important part. I thought about that today, about how much time it must take her to autograph at least thirty pictures every month. No wonder they must wait until the end of the month to do it one time. Lucky for the winner at the end of the month, sucks for the winner at the beginning of the month.

Okay, now I'm really hungry. More later.