December 2nd, 2009

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

It's a Racket

Somebody has been flying an incredibly noisy helicopter over my neighborhood almost every day recently. Sometimes it comes by in the morning and wakes me up, sometimes it arrives in the afternoon. This afternoon I was outside when I heard it approaching, and it was louder than I've ever heard it. The racket is actually painful when the machine gets close. I looked around trying to see the infernal device, but the noise was everywhere so I didn't know where to look. In the end I missed it. I think it passed very near and to the north, and not very high. I heard the kids up the block whooping after it had passed, so they must have seen it.

But two of the feral cats were in the yard and went into a complete panic. One dove under the jasmine hedge, and the other ran into the shed. They were wild with terror.

I wish there was a helicopter spray like bug spray.
franz_marc_foxes

Midweek Blather

There was a wasp loose in my house the other night, and not the sort with an Escalade. It was the sort with a stinging device on its butt. It was ensconced in a spot I couldn't reach with any sort of swatter, and I was watching it and waiting for it to move to more exposed territory, but I was distracted and when I got back to where it had been it was gone. I fear that it might have made its way through a vent into the attic and is now up there preparing a nest which will one day teem with multitudes of its buzzy, stinging kind. And the little buggers don't even make honey. Nature sucks sometimes.

A possibility of rain combined with very low nocturnal temperatures looms after the weekend. This brings the spectre of snow. There are brown leaves remaining on the trees, so it's much to soon for snow, but it could arrive despite my disapproval. The only thing good that could come of such an event is the freezing of the wasp who may be in the attic. Less good would be the cold driving the wasp back into my part of the house, perhaps as I sleep, and the nasty little beast stinging me. They don't die when they sting, so I could even get multiple stings. The future looks grim. Well, grimish. Well, potentially unpleasant.

Must let the cat in before she gets in a fight with a feral cat. I don't even know why she inssited on going outside at this time of night, and in this chilly weather. Feline madness!