A brief note to myself

Dear Hannah,

You’re right – you will be okay… you will make it through all of this, and be the better for it, and even more so than you currently can imagine.

You can do it.

And it’s okay to be scared a bit, too, and to cry a lot… totally part of the whole process of turning into the person you want to be. πŸ˜‰

Peace and Love be unto, from, and within you

Hannah of the future

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Nursery rhymes

I probably could use a good one right now…

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly, but I don’t know why she swallowed the fly…

But I do… she probably had something die in the walls of her house, and the blood flies appeared one morning outing seemingly nowhere, and she was bombarded by them only hours later as she hung up the fly paper strands from the ceiling, because they had quadrupled since that morning, and so she was crying and crying and packing a bag quickly so she could leave and stay elsewhere while the fly papers did their work (she hoped, anyway), and, as she wondered how the hidden dead creature would be found at the end of the week (that was just beginning) when the exterminator came for their long visit, when it was only Sunday currently, and she slipped on her hurried and panicked way down the stairs, carrying her hurriedly-packed bag and other necessary items for the week, and, as she called out in her slip, a fly ran into her open, inhaling mouth…

Or something like that…

I mean, it’s just an idea… no reason for that particular scenario to have come to mind… no reason at all… except for what happened today, of course…. so glad the last bit actually didn’t happen…, but I could totally see it as having been a horrible top-off for the whole miserable part of the day…., but I’m glad it didn’t.

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Ugh…

Itch itch itch itch

Scraaaaaaaaatch-ch-ch

Ugh!

Itch itch itch itch

Scra-scra-scra-scraaaaaatch-ch-ch

Mmmuh(!)

Sure, some raccoons have been ha sled (literally), but the fleas are still around, and I suddenly have a handful of extremely itchy spots…

I guess it was useful that my mother gave me a bottle of ammonia the other day, despite the fact that it was over a week after I didn’t need it anymore… guess I need it now.

Hmm… this really is quite dreadful… what shall I do l, when we can’t treat with a bomb or anything of the sort, due to the nature of the house and what has to happen here regularly – there is no naturally flea bomb yet, is there?!

Just sprays so far, which has certainly done a good job of killing them, but only when I manage to spray them directly.

Ugh…(!!!)

So much for sleeping soundly anymore – that might have been the best part of the retreat this weekend…(not having to worry about fleas)

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Look what we found…

R(ac)oonmate Part III

Within just two days of two guys stepping up and volunteering their time and efforts to help where pest control has thus far failed, we have evidence to support my case…

Evidence beyond doubt of a raccoon’s living with me:

Further evidence to support my belief and argument that it had become a family living with me:

Appropriate reaction to evidence:

“D’aaaawwwwwww!!!”

So, we’ve only one captured so far, but they are so darn cute, these babies!

Almost makes the whole thing immediately forgives me.

(Actually, I’ve already forgiven the raccoon, but maybe don’t tell anyone about that yet…)

There are still more to gather – they ran off to the far side of the house, and then light ran out for the day, so the search had to stop… also, rain is expected, so it might be a bit before the walls can be opened up again (since it is done from the outside of the house).

The saga is coming to a close, but not before we’ll have to deal with a “monster rat” seen under the house today…, so there’s still a bit more to go, in addition to the raccoons.

Hopefully, all goes well, and the critters all move out!

As for now, signing off – goodnight!

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R(ac)oonmate: Part II

Well, after some extreme readjusting with things – including people actually using their brains and taking over (which, oddly enough, actually meant doing what I had thought and said that I thought we needed to do all along and also just recently, with developments) – my housemate is now spending the night in a cage underneath the house… :/

The little buggar looked just oh-so-sad and pathetic, like a dog in trouble, when I first saw him down there this evening.

I had only been inside about an hour and a half, but that was enough… she hadn’t even eaten the can of sardines that had lured her yet, so I wonder if she had just been trapped when I found her.

Nonetheless, I talked with her a bit before I left, and then again when I came home just a bit ago, offering reassurance and well wishes, and explaining the rough plan of what is to come next.

Whether she can understand me or not, I feel she still deserves the care and concern, as a creature of God and all, you know?

He’s still one of us – even if he isn’t human, he’s on this planet to live life with us.

Fortunately, his cage is covered by the house and behind the protective fencing around the house bottom, so he ought to be safe down there tonight.

The guy who actually has been quite helpful with everything (who, by the way, doesn’t even work for the pest control company that has done such a terrible job of this all, but who offered to help, once he saw how things were going the other day while he was here to work on the A/C [also volunteered work]) will be here around four in the morning to take the next step.

Supposedly, if the guy opens up the house wiring and then the cage, the raccoon will do one of two things based on the situation.

1) It will leave the house immediately, because it is on its own.

2) It will rush back into the walls of the house, where it had had no food for days recently, instead of taking freedom, because it has babies up there.

If it is option number two, there will be these other little traps put out that are like super weak mouse traps with food on them, so that they will be annoying to the raccoon whenever she takes the food from them, but likely would be enough to convince her that this is not a safe place for her babies anymore, and so she then would go gather her babies and get out ASAP.

The down side of that is that she might go find someone else’s house for residence.

However, winter is over, so she doesn’t need the same protection, and most of the houses around me are so new and super protected that nothing could get into them, anyway.

Usually, he would be simply taken to this property someone has outside of Houston, but the possibility of babies complicates the matter, since raccoon moms somehow always find their way back to their babies, if the moms are moved.

So, we’ll just have to see how things go tomorrow…

Until that point, I wish blessings onto my housemate who is currently caged downstairs… may you have a beautiful life that is not in this house.

P.S. Please, take your fleas away when you go.

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Aaaaahhhh, those blasted housemates!

Well, they’ve done it alright… the raccoons have overstayed their welcome.

It is official now that my poor bathroom, the place I must go in my home and cannot avoid, has fleas(!!!).

The raccoons have been living in the wall there the past couple weeks or so, and they seem to have brought fleas with them… the vent in the ceiling seems to be the culprit for how they’re getting into the actual bathroom from the walls.

Naturally, I despise it – nearly a year ago, I had a dreadful encounter with fleas while housesitting in this very street… any attempt at a repeat is to be obliterated, thank you very much.

And so, I suffer ever so slightly more tonight, acutely aware of the surprisingly marge number of freckles I have on my lower legs, ankles, and feet – indeed, I had no idea how many freckles I actually have down there (on my legs, of course, I mean).

I have covered my ankles and shins/calves with some essential oils I read about quickly online just now, ones that seem to be flea repellant and flea life-enders, and I have placed two bowls in the bathroom with soapy water and lit tea light candles… we shall see what the morning brings, but I have already dropped two or three in the bowls since I set them down just a short bit ago…

And yes, I am aware that that is not quite how the bowls and candles work, but, when they attack my ankles just because I’ve entered the room, I’m not apt to let them hang around on me…, and so I pinch and drop them directly into the soapy water of their future.

Ugh… you darned raccoons – I allow you a place to stay while you raise your babies, and you bring in this rubbish… how unkind of a houseguest this is.

Now, here I am in my room, panicking at every hair twinge and bit of air that brushes any part of my legs, worried at what it might be… I struggled falling back asleep this morning after I got the (I think) flea bite (hopefully) in the bathroom… I now worry at my being able to fall asleep at all tonight, or at least to sleep well and awake rested in the morning.

It seems sadly unlikely… :/

Darn raccoons… and, of course, fleas(!).

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Haven I mentioned that I live with a raccoon?

Well, I rather do… it’s only about 95% certain, but I’ve been living with a raccoon since December, which is now a good three months of semi-cohabitation, here on the third floor of the house.

You see, somehow, somewhere, a raccoon ended up in the walls up here, would show up off and on nights, and then eventually – the past several weeks – just moved in entirely into the space.

The critter has, in my head, anyway, geniusly semi-deconstructed the inner workings of the wall, and possibly also the attic, to accommodate its living quarters.

Due to the recent extreme increase of raccoon chatter I hear through the wall at night and really early in the morning, I have wondered more than once what the birthing season is for raccoons, because there very well could be some babes back there now.

I want to call them kits, but I recognize that a raccoon is not a fox… just not sure what baby raccoons are called, though… hmm…

Anyway, I haven’t heard the buddy at all yet tonight, which is surprising…. but, perhaps, it’s just going to be a late night tonight due to some fun party some other buddies had planned, so this one just isn’t home yet for the night.

Which is almost saddening to me, because the exterminator is coming Friday to set up one of those cages, so the raccoon can be caught and released onto some property outside of the city, which is supposedly rather decent land for these urban wild creatures.

So, it’s like I miss my recent housemate, thought it hasn’t happened yet, and yet I also can hardly wait not to have to worry about anyone eating through the walk in the middle of the night.

Whatever the case, I’m heading to sleep now, and I suspect I’ll get to greet the chatter of the raccoon(s) again in the morning. πŸ˜›

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