Dear Diary: In The Wilderness
Feeling somewhat ambitious this morning, I donned my trusty work boots, the hat I stole from Matt, and set out to attack the grass/weeds/....now small shrubs (because *someone* won't build a burro pen so we can have a burro to trample things....and a goat), and so forth. All was well until I bent over to tear out more Hybanian Thistleleaf (native to us here in the Yukon Territories). That was when the leaves rustled, and there appeared a small army of these fuckers:
I knew I needed to take a picture to show why I had A) not finished my chores, and B) Micturated in my new flannel work pants. Oh so conveniently, Mr. Lithium Shakes appeared, which made for a fairly comical sight. Me, trying to avoid the reptiles, trying to photograph them, shaking like a mad man, trying not to drop the camera and get at least one shot in focus.
I really had but a few options. Take my requisite Propranolol, wait an hour and hope the lizard snakes had stayed put. Wait for Jeri to come home and take the photo - of course, requiring that the monsters stayed put, or continue to brave the threat and take the photo. So, there they are. When Jeri comes home, I'll see if she'll take a photo.
