Happenings in July

Here’s what we’ve been up to lately:

rocks and minerals

After working hard to excavate the two bigger rocks in the foreground, Jr and Daddy lined up all the treasures that Moozie and Paw-Paw sent from the diamond mine in Arkansas. Jr now wants to dig in our yard to find rocks like these!

Grubby

Our newest pet, Grubby, plays hard, then eats, then sleeps; sometimes at the same time. (Yes, his name is really Grubby, named via Jr.)

Veggie Tales

This was after the Veggie Tales show at Silver Dollar City. Jr was able to take a picture with Bob the tomato and Larry the cucumber and then squeezed Bob’s nose on the way out.

waterslide

Fun times on the waterslide after Jr’s t-ball awards ceremony.

dangerous!

This is dangerous (according to Jr) and shouldn’t be tried by anybody else!

summer monkey

Chillin’ during the summer.

And finally, a special collage of the bug episode:

bug in ear

One night when Moozie and Paw-Paw were visiting, we all started to watch an episode of Star Trek. Except for Moozie, who sat at the computer with the only light on. About five minutes into the episode we hear “help, help” coming from Moozie. A bug flew into her ear. Of course, the first thing I tell her is that it’s going to eat her brain. We spent about 2.5 hours and tried everything to get that bug out:  a syringe with warm water, tweezers, even sticking a blade of grass in her ear so it would latch onto it (it didn’t). Then my husband comes out with Jr’s surgeon hat on. The bug stopped fluttering when peroxide was poured into Moozie’s ear in the hopes that it would drown and float to the top. Maybe we would’ve had more luck if we could’ve just stopped laughing. I took Moozie to the town clinic the next morning, where about 4 squirts of a syring later a small nearly white moth came out. An expensive little moth, too. Which Moozie still keeps in a small bag in her purse. The moral of the story is: everyone should be a Star Trek fan or bad things happen.

 

Saber-Toothed-Squirrel

Last night I was in bed about half an hour when around midnight I awoke to the sound of my husband screaming/yelling “OWWWWW.” As fast as my sleep benumbed body could respond I was out of the bed and out to the living room, where the scream had come from. And there I see my husband standing by the fireplace with electrical gloves on and both hands gripping a big-ass squirrel. The squirrel was biting him on the thumb.

Now my husband has caught some field mice that have gotten in before using these same gloves, without incident. Yesterday morning we heard scratching at the glass in the fireplace. So we both crept over and peeked inside but didn’t see anything. Well last night he heard the same thing. So he brought Kita over and put her by the fireplace (she was no help) and got his flashlight and quickly yanked the doors open. He said the squirrel was right there, looking back at him. It ran to the corner of the fireplace and in his ‘what to do-what to do’ frame of mind my husband just grabbed it. And got bit.

So after I realized there wasn’t an (human) attacker in the house, I opened the front door for him (his hands were occupied) and he went out and flung it into the yard. (He said that was the only way he could think of to get it to stop biting him.) The bite didn’t break the skin but I told my husband if his jaw starts hurting or he starts foaming at the mouth to do directly to the doctor/hospital. With each tellling of the story, the details get a little more fantastic. Last night he asked me, “Did you see that thing? It wasn’t as big as New Kitty, but it was as big as Kita!” (It wasn’t.) My husband (self-proclaimed warrior) said he had to give “props” to the saber-toothed-squirrel b/c it was a warrior as well. I’m wondering which warrior will clean out the insulation the STS tore out.