The rabbits and squirrels, either in combination or separately have gutted my garden. They devoured all of my cabbage plants, some tomato plants and some bell peppers. They don't appear to like either the bell peppers or tomato plants, just biting one off at the base and letting it fall. We will see if they give up now that the cabbage is gone or if they hold their noses and eat the peppers and tomatoes.
I am sure they can't wait for the okra to come up. That is if this unseasonably cold weather doesn't rot the seed in the ground.
I threatened rabbit stew as revenge but that entails being up when they come to dine, a time when I am normally asleep.
One of the cousins who came for the funeral advised that if I would put stakes in the ground with streamers the varmints would be scared off.
I gave that a shot. Since she is from PA I must conclude that Southern varmints are much braver than their Northern brethren as the onslaught didn't even pause.
A fence would work, only cost me a few hundred bucks and definitely keep out the rabbits. Of course the squirrels, as they proved two years ago in "The Affair of the Disappearing Green Strawberries," merely do what squirrels do. Climb up and over.
Mostly Cajun has a post on his desire to visit Iceland, triggered by the news reports of the volcano eruption. I have been there and done that and my advice would be to spend your money for a trip to Las Vegas. Then take a sojourn out into the desert. Pour ice water on your feet and gaze at the rocks and sand and you will have somewhat duplicated the other.
Besides. The food is better, the shows are better and the natives friendlier. Especially some of the young ladies you might meet at the bar of various hotels. Some others you might see traveling with their Grandfathers and older Uncles. I have also noticed this phenomena in Hawaii. Ain't kin folks great?
If the ash problem continues I would think that people trying to get home could take surface transport to Spain and from there the southern route to New York. Stopping at either the Azores or Newfoundland for fuel depending on the winds, loads, etc. Of course that would also mean getting additional aircraft into Spain.
That use to be the route we took to get from the east coast to Sicily and much nicer places like Malta and various cities in Italy and Rome.
Not that Sicily isn't nice. It's just hot and windy and windy and hot. I'm convinced that is why the people are known to hold grudges. It was in Catania that I learned how to sit at an outside table and drink Martini and Rossi through the late afternoon and early evening.
Learning such skills are worth putting up with minor inconveniences.
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