If anyone ever tells you "Let's go buy some acreage and live out in the country," run the other way. And keep running until you reach a city that has a plethora of good restaurants, a bunch of independently-owned bookshops, and department stores that sell city-clothes and high heels.
Within the last hour, my husband has killed a snake on the porch and a scorpion in the breakfast room. The snake was most likely on its way up to one of the birds' nest that are scattered around the columns of the porch. Our handyman has been making his way around the porch this week and cleaning the siding and the columns, he has also been scraping off the nests of the barn swallows. Not because we don't like the birds--- what we don't like are the snakes that the nests attract. There have been three snakes on the porch in the last two weeks, one of which was hanging over the railing above the back door and as I opened up the door, the dangling snake missed falling on me by just inches as it dropped onto the porch.
Tonight as I sat in my chair at the breakfast room table, browsing through Pinterest boards, I felt something on my blouse and thinking it was just a hair or something, I flicked it away. Then I looked at the chair cushion and there was the scorpion, a bit dazed and not yet lifting his tail to attack. I got out of that chair right quick and screamed for my husband. He got the scorpion onto the floor and then smashed him with his shoe.
Jeez... enough already. Snakes and scorpions and stupid new neighbors who are shooting off fireworks every chance they get. Every time I get comfortable out here in these godforsaken hills, something happens to make me hate everything all over again.
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