$260 that I will never see
again!! My but aren’t the little beggars expensive these days!
It seems that summer has bullied
springtime right out of existence this year and with the heat and the humidity
and the unfulfilled promises of rain, has come an avalanche of ticks and other
nasties which have never worried us before.
The ‘dog park’ folk are all full
of tick related news and as I witnessed one ‘mummy’ de-tick her beloved this
week, I thought it prudent to get some tick repellent sharpish. The other
normal pills that Dibley gets don’t cover tick protection and so after wading
through the research to see what is compatible with her chemical lot, I walked
out of the pet store $230 poorer!! But as the story in the park goes, the local
vet has made $30000 in the last little while treating dogs for tick related
illnesses, not that I am thinking for a minute they are pleased about that! It
seems a small price to pay for that sort of insurance and anyway I am a lazy
cow and so will no longer have go over dog looking for lumps and bumps. Yeah,
Dibley is sorted.
Every morning I go out to the
pond and feed ‘the girls’. I call ‘em over and they swim, on masse to greet me.
I do love watching them! But over the past few days the pond has turned from
crystal to green sludge and now it is not easy to see the girls coming. The
lack of visibility is bad enough but the stink is the real kicker!! What a
pongy pond I have!! I have tried scooping out the green bits leaving the filter,
( the pump thing for the Wise Old Woman Fountain) on all day. This only results
in the filter getting all clogged with green shit and that really is stinky to
clean – oooh yuk all under my nails!!
So I got some stuff from the pet
shop that might just help the slime. Seems the girls don’t care about the
sludge, so I guess in reality the stuff is more for me than them. I reckon it
is quite the job to clean it out so that will see us busy tomorrow.
The best news though is that the
cure for the other truly shitful pests of the season is free of charge. Steve’s
size 42s or my thong ( read flip flop you poms!) just need to be at hand. The
early summer has seen a stampede of bloody spiders into the house. Some of them
as big as your hand! This is no joke! What I always called old garden type spiders,
turn out to be Huntsmans. Pretty harmless fellas, I thought, except that one of
them lunged right at me, yes it leapt at me a number of times and I had to
retreat across the room to escape it. The only thing that stopped it was a well
aimed size 42. Flattened and splattered. I googled about them and found that
yes indeed female huntsman spiders are aggressive and do bite! I can still
taste the adrenalin from that particular fight or flight episode. Since then we
have had 3 more invasion incidents. Steve managed one with furniture removal
and some Mortein and I took a slap at another and the third just wandered into
the aircon vent, where in my nightmares it is breeding like a maniac and
preparing for a final onslaught.
Whatever happened to springtime –
a moment to collect yourself for the intensity of summer, to ease into the
prickly heat and the bugs, find some shorts that fit, and actually spend a couple of minutes getting ‘tog
ready’. I am not sure about global warming, but I do mourn for the loss of
spring.
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