Rusty and I are nesting. Well, I'm nesting; Rusty is trying to work while I cater to his every whim. Hey, it's instant results, so it works for me -- it is truly my idea of fun (at least for this first week or two). My darling, would you like a tuna sandwich? Can I get you a beer? How about some trail mix . . . a little chocolate snack?
The tuna here is fabulous. Kyle, remember the Maison du Thon? Tuna here is that good. But in between playing haus-frau (something totally foreign to me), we're naming fauna that we don't recognize. We actually enjoy knowing the proper names of birds, animals, and reptiles. Our check-off-the-species list from African safaris was fun -- the little green bee eater, check; the Wood Hoopwe, check; red lechwe, check.
Then there are the monkeys. We really wanted monkeys near our home. Howler monkeys. What we didn't realize . . . and it's come as a delightful surprise, is that we hear them almost 'round the clock. True, they seem to nap for an hour or so in the mid-day heat, but they're awake and howlin' in the mornings and really go to town with their howls from dusk until bedtime. Sometimes they're seen right outside our kitchen window. Today this young fellow crossed the road, right in front of us. Sally, if you can open this photo to a larger image, you'll see the . . . the . . . what is that look on his face? Ask before you photograph me? I'll carry away your seven pound cat. What is that look?
A. Six scorpions, two days.
B. Yesterday we were visited by a very large Rottweiler named Max. Very friendly, though I did not introduce Jill to this 130 pound canine. A few texts, eMails, and phone calls later and we had identified Max's owner. Took both Rusty and I to heave-ho Max into the car, and off I went up the mountain to return Max to his home. Max has a reputation as a kleptomaniac and biscuit seeker. Max's owner eventually dropped by to thank us for returning Max (we were assured that Max would return one day), and Max's owner related his recent life on the mountain. Thus, Sally . . .
C: A five foot long snake was in Max's home on Tuesday evening. It was urged to leave and did leave; but I can't imagine that you'll want to be anywhere near a snake of such formidable size as I'm urging it to vacate our home . . . your guest quarters.
Then D: we have frogs. I hate frogs. Childhood trauma incident. And they are everywhere after dark. We keep Jill indoors as she would love nothing more than to play with a frog. Play with it until its demise. Finally, darling Sally,
E: Insects are everywhere. Look at this little fellow beside the scorpion. I don't know a great deal about centipedes and millipedes, but I believe that the millipedes are the species that can deliver a sting or bite.