It is soooo dry here in Central Texas.
How dry is it, you say?
Here’s the sad evidence:
And it’s sooo bad that Gov. “Goodhair” Rick Perry has called on the populace to pray for rain—while he’s out campaigning for the job of President which, of course, he says he’s not seeking.
*Wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
And it’s sooo bad that the wildlife around here are getting desperate. The deer are eating stuff that all the plant gurus say they “never touch.”
We’ve had to put plastic buckets over our plants at night because just covering them up with old sheets wasn’t doing the trick.
The deer would pull the sheets off faster than Dominique Strauss-Kahn can drop a hotel towel.
At least they don’t chase us down the hall.
And the raccoons. They’re pretty brazen most of the time anyway, but now they’re getting particularly clever. We have some that have made it a habit to come up onto our front porch and finish off the outside cats’ dry food at night.
Except now, they don’t even wait until dark. We’re like the drive-thru of McDonalds—open 24/7 for your dining pleasure.
So we took up the food and brought it inside last night in an attempt to foil the crafty critters. Around 6 o’clock in the evening I peeked out the door.
One of the raccoons was standing there impatiently staring up at me like
“Dude, where’s my Happy Meal?”
And we had a young coon ensconce itself up in the engine compartment of my husband’s truck where it refused to come out. It was right next to the fan, so operating that vehicle was out of the question until the critter decided to exit—hopefully with all body parts intact.
We left it alone overnight and in the morning he had vacated the premises.
Probably mad that he didn’t get a Continental breakfast and free Wi-fi.