A Call to Little Bunny Foo-Foo

Little Bunny Foo-Foo

Hoppin' through the forest
Pickin' up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
Down came the Good Fairy.
And she said,
Little bunny Foo-Foo
I don't want to see you
Pickin' up the field mice
and boppin' 'em on the head.

Where for art thou, Bunny Foo-Foo? We have been in our home one year. A yard? No. A finished basement? NO. But a garden?? Yes.

This year Matt and I planted our very first garden. We are not green in thumb by nature, so we were a little worried about the whole thing. We planted double of everything because we figured half of everything we planted would die. And guess what? There was some kind of gardening miracle and it didn't die. We were getting a gorgeous crop. We ate peas until our sides hurt. It was glorious.

But this last week we have noticed a few...uh...changes. Matt checked on it the other day and noticed the watermelon plants were getting nibbled on. Well that is an understatement, they were getting chomped on. I went out a few nights later and found that the watermelon plants were pretty much obliterated. After a good cry we did some research. The culprit? Field mice. There is little ricey poo-poo all over the place. And they aren't stopping at the watermelon. I brought in a zucchini with bites all over it, and the plants are getting nibbled away as well. The peppers? Eaten up as high as a mouse can reach. And me? Well I am angry. And distraught. And sad. Wo to me. I demand that you all feel bad for me, and quick.




































































But, don't worry too much. One website said all I need to do is saturate the area with coyote or fox urine. Oh, so never mind. I'm totally set. Let me just go take care of that real quick. With the gallons of FOX PEE I have laying around the house. Yes. Good plan. And when I am done with that I will make a buffalo throw rug and a few bear traps, all on my way to change my name to Laura Ingalls (actually, I'd rather be Nelly...she's so spunky and bratty, more like me). Yes. That should work out nicely.

No, I think my best resolution is to wait for for little bunny Foo-Foo to come and bop these nasties on the head. It seems just as realistic as sprinkling wild animal urine all over the place. And don't worry about the "good" fairy. I'll take care of her (yeah, I'll bop her on the head). As far as I'm concerned, there is no need to intervene, let's just let the Foo do his job.

This episode may have one positive though, Matt has talked of getting a kitty to gobble up those putrid mice. I am excited about this because I think cats are good at eating mice and also because I think Cinnamon, our neighbor's cat, needs a little competition with all the neighborhood Tom cats. If we get one we will name her Lucy, but we'll call her "Loose." I think you catch my drift.

In other, less animal oriented news, our neighbors, Damian and Kim, started a new business. Check it out HERE. If any of you need your stuff cleaned, give him a call. :) Tell him Large Marge sent ya (you know, from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure?).

And in the interest of being completely random, yesterday at church Lindy told me that all the other mom's are nice, but not me. And it didn't even make me feel bad....for very long. So I am either doing my job very well, or very poorly...my rodent problem has clouded my judgement on the subject.

******UPDATE*****

I just went out to take pictures for the blog, and the de-con Matt put out last night has TONS of poop in it. I bet those little field mice are feeling a little queasy today...MUAHAHAHA!!! I know it's wrong that I delight in their destruction, but I do, I really do.

What time is it? Is it morning?

I suddenly have a new found respect for Rip Van Winkle. I remember in sixth grade reading that story and my teacher, Mrs. Woodhouse, having us write an essay on what it would be like to wake up and have missed 20 years of our life. I don't remember what I wrote in that essay, although I am sure it was brilliant (har. har. har.). This past month (yeah, it's been a month...it surprised me too) has been like Rip Van Winkle for two distinct reasons. Number one, I feel like I literally blinked and it had been a month. And number two (and slightly more cheesy than the first reason) is that some very dreamlike experiences have happened over these four weeks. Let's discuss!

1. Well obviously....MY PARENTS CAME HOME!!! The airport was absolutely charged with electricity. When they came to the top of the escalator...it was incredible to see them, actually SEE them!!! We were hootin' and hollerin' their whole way down the escalator and into our arms. It was so surreal. It took a long while for me to believe they were home. In fact, just today I went in to see them and pulled up next to the mailbox to grab the mail. Uh...yeah, now that they're home I'm pretty sure that's a federal offense. Oopsie to me. I forgot to take my camera to the airport (of course...why wouldn't I?). So I have no pictures...but I will try to get some from more responsible and prepared siblings and post them.

2. My sister's darling kids came to stay. The big kids stayed mostly at Tom's and Andy's and the little kids slept mostly at my mom's house and here and there, but we had a great time playing the days away. As with all things, I talked a big game. I was going to take them to the lake, the zoo, the amusement park, possibly to the moon. We ended up....uh....doing none of those things. But it was really fun just for the cousins to play together and have a good time. And I just love when boys get that far away, blissful look when there is a video game nearby...dreamy.


3. Perfecting our million dollar idea. You know, every time there is a hot new invention, I always wish I would have thought of it. And there have been a couple that I did think of first and just didn't act on fast enough. Yeah. The pot with a holey lid to drain noodles? Thought of it. Oh and "better than a whisk, a flat whisk, so handy it can pick up a dime and stir your eggs?" Totally my idea...but I digress. It only takes one dadgum good idea and we would be set for life. Well folks, Matt and I have finally done it. I know, it may seem a little crass to announce it here, but you may as well know before you see the infomercial soon, real soon. It is that big people. That. BIG. Just take a little watch of this, I think you will be most impressed.



I think what is most telling of our life is that after the second attempt to blow up our junk mail, it is my sweet Lindybug that gives the white trash laugh of the day. I heard a quote the other day from Cory...you know -- on The Baby Borrowers? The fount of great advice, I assure you. He said, "Ya know, if she gets taught right, she'll do right." I think we really have that goin' on here so far, don't you ?

I know that this post doesn't do justice to the month we have had. There have been awesome reunions, bittersweet health stuff, and inspirational neighbors telling us inspirational things (thanks Wendy...who will probably never read this). It has been grand I tell ya, just grand (read that like an old man with a cigar in his mouth and a twinkle in his eye and you'll pick up what I'm puttin' down).