Our fellow city-folk friend Dale is here visiting us from Ft. Worth for the holiday weekend. He has unfortunately had to encounter multiple creatures and witness their executions.
We had about 1000 moths directly outside our front door last night beginning at dusk. It looked like another plague from Old Testament Egypt. About twelve flew into the house in a split second when we opened the door. I chased them all down and killed each one in a frantic flurry of flyswattering.
We woke up this morning, and I heard the sound of loud squeaking. We had caught a record three mice in one night. Dale had hoped to see how one kills a mouse. He got to see three terminated.
We hiked all day today and returned home totally exhausted. We saw something in the yard as we pulled into the driveway. It was a snake. Thankfully, it was a bull snake and not a rattlesnake. I was given wonderful advice before my move from a friend at work, Lynda, who told me to always keep two shovels handy with which to kill snakes. Harland grabbed his shovels and chopped the snake. The snake tried to get away, and he found that the second shovel was certainly necessary just as Lynda had said. It was shockingly fast. Harland swung both shovels into action and had its head off in a flash. Dale and all of the rest of us watched as the whole thing unfolded. The body kept writhing around headless for about ten minutes. When it finally stopped, we hung the body on the fence belly up. It is at least four feet long. Dale had hoped not to see a snake while here.
Inside the house immediately after the snake-induced adrenaline rush, I killed three spiders, four moths, and a cricket. I was doing it so fast I didn't even stop to realize the skill I am gaining with the flyswatter and a paper towel. Compared with the mice and snake, the insects didn't even phase me.
The other thing that Dale has mentioned wanting to see is bears. Last night, we studied what to do if we came across a bear on the hiking trails--just in case. Thankfully, we did not see any. We have until Dale's flight tomorrow afternoon for that wish to come true. We will see if it happens- at this rate it just might.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-3 "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal..."
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