| Wednesday, June 29, 2005 |
| Swamped |
This momma knows her rodents. Mrtl has bestowed upon me the very prestigious and noble Rodent Merit Badge for my keen eye in spotting out of the ordinary wildlife. Yeah, I know you want one, too.
TOO BAD CAUSE IT'S ALL MINE.
At this point, I can only imagine my husband reading this and wondering how soon is too soon to call in the straightjacket patrol. Honey, I take the e-props any time I can get it.
TA DA!
"So what's this all about?" you may be wondering since you are still reading and haven't already quickly found an escape link on my blogroll. Once upon a time, crayonz took a job as an intern in San Angelo, TX. It was a great job, $15/hr if I recall correctly. The town, however, was lacking in most things save Super Wal-Mart and an overabundance of mesquite tumbleweeds. Ooh, and Julio's. I love me some fresh Julio's.
My intern friends and I would go down to the river (Concho River, I believe) every once in awhile to stretch our legs or walk a dog. One day, which very well could have been my first day down at the river, I noticed something swimming in the river. I thought nothing of it until I saw it was kind of furry. So I stopped and watched it. And then it made landfall. Ahoy Maties! And it walked up the bank towards me and my friends. It had the yellowest, I only eat corn chips and bean dip teeth I'd ever seen. I had no idea beavers were so friendly or so willing to fight me for a chance to take a hunk out of my thigh. Actually nowadays, that wouldn't be such a bad prospect.
I had to snap a picture of my new friend (cropped to get rid of the 50 or so feet I was keeping between us). Just so you know, I spent no less than two hours trying to hunt these old photos down, so don't say I never did anything for you!
I've come fer ya women and children. Aye.
So I began commenting about how nice the beaver was, and I thought about maybe naming him and then taking him home as a pet. That was until an intern friend from Texas A&M noted that the animal in question was actually not a beaver, but a nutria. Huh, we don't got dem dare animals in Okrahoma! What it be?
A rodent, a big ole' river rat. Sweet. And it's looking right at me with those big honkin' corn chip, bean dip teeth. That could cause a nasty infection.
My friend Gaby amused me for a moment while I shot a picture of the back. The only reason I think she stood still is because Heidi, the white German Shephard, was quietly sizing the intruder up. As soon as I clicked, Gaby ran for the hills.
Okay, who's it gonna be? I'm starving here!
So, if I got little to nothing from my San Angelo experience, it was all worth it because I now know what a Nutria is. But, when I saw this twig post, the memories came flooding back. Nutria attack! Grab your children and run! I can't believe people were feeding it their lunch. I ain't never heard of a beaver being so nice. Granted, I gave in to the twig prognosis UNTIL I received my beautiful, once in a lifetime, most unique blog gift ever: the Mrtl Rodent Merit Badge. Now it's on...until we get some more photographic evidence to the contrary.
Cause I'm a glory hog like that. And if you go see the twigs, tell them Baby Rose is beautiful, cause she is...zucchini and all. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 6/29/2005 |
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