Oh, how I wish that the kitchen sink sprayer reached the squirrel that is digging yet another hole in the lawn.

It would be so practical.

My dad used to keep a bucket of pitted, insect eaten apples by the back door to throw at those squirrels who were eating, chewing, digging things in the backyard.
He was accurate, too, aiming just to the side of the little rodent to scare it without having to remove a dead body. Oh. how they’d jump and run.

I, on the other hand, would be aiming for the center of the squirrel. The purpose would be to drench the little bugger. Make them uncomfortable in my back yard. Always having to look over their backs. Never able to relax.

I have tried a super soaker, but they are so big and bulky now that they interfere with the faucet. The clunk alerts the prey.

Why, if we could send a man to the moon, can’t we have super soaker capabilities with the kitchen sink sprayer?

It could be an add-on booster that could be put away in the winter, or when guests come.

Killing them doesn’t do the trick. I need a method that will scare them enough so they tell all their friends and family.

“Don’t go to THAT yard. It rains horizontally there, and it’s so hard it hurts!”

Inventors? Cobblers? Tinkerers? I need your help!!! The product could be sold on the Home Shopping Network. It could be 2010’s version of the 60’s Ginsu Knives.

I would buy one.  Wouldn’t you?

++++****Nope+++****

Heard this on today’s news.

” He’s as dumb as an ashtray.”

I can honestly say that I have never heard an ashtray referred to as dumb. Any of you?

Dirty as an ashtray? Maybe.
Portable as an ashtray? Possibly.
Non-existent as an ashtray in a restaurant? Un-hunh.

But I’m sorry. I just don’t think of an ashtray as unintelligent.
Maybe it’s a cultural thing…

+*+*^+*^ Nope, not here either+*^*^+

You know, it’s the little things that make a difference.  This was brought home to me the other day when I found an Asian beetle doing the backstroke in my glass of water. And the funny thing was that I tasted it before I saw it.  That distinct smell you get when you squish them? Yeah, you can taste that if you drink a glass of water with one in it. I share this with you so you do not have to try it on your own to verify.

This has been a public announcement.

My dad, after he had been in the nursing home for a few years, told my brother-in-law that it was the little things that he missed. Thinking that he would say something like  being able to walk, being able to go home,  or being able to read, my brother-in-law was surprised when my dad responded with,

“…like a toothpick.”

Yep. My dad was never without one. He used to take a nap in the back bedroom, toothpick hanging on his lip, comfortable as can be.

So, yes, it is all about the small things.  Just make sure you don’t swallow them.

Have a marvelous  rest of your Monday. Make sure you get outside and appreciate this glorious weather we’re having THIS week. Hug a friend. Read a book, Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Love,

Janet