Damn wildlife!

I went from feeling pissed to feeling like a heel in an instant.

The raccoon I have been trying to scare out of the attic isn’t alone – she has a baby that just popped its head up trying to get a breath of cool air on this hot summer day when temps in the attic must be around 130°F. Poor little creatures. I’ve been banging shit around and trying to block what I thought was a single raccoon from making its home in our attic. And being a lover of all things I instantly felt empathy for these little critters just trying to live.

So now what? Animal control I guess. They need to be taken to an open area and let go out into the wild – or at least relocated to a lower income neighborhood…

Street Sweeper Speedway

*Note* I took this picture of our street at about 11am - after myself and the neighbors had brought most of their cans in and some of the cars had left for the day.

This morning around 5am a street sweeper made no less than three passes down our street.

Seems like a legit service right? We all want clean streets. Hell, I am out there at least once a week with my push broom cleaning the street in front of our house. After three passes, the entire street should be clean enough to eat off of. Awesome! This though makes it (almost) worth getting woken up by the vacuum megolith worthwhile.


So as I’m lying in bed listening to this horrendously over-loud machine do it’s business it dawns on me: today is Tuesday, or as the raccoons well know, it’s garbage day.

Now just how the hell are the streets going to get clean when there are garbage cans up and down the street? Not to mention that at 5am every house has at least one car parked on the street…

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Who is the fucking moron that schedules these kinds of services? Seriously. Does this seem to just lack common sense or what?

Ok so let’s not put all the blame on the person making the schedule. How about the person operating the street sweeper? Do they look at this situation with any kind of critical thinking? Do they not notice that at FIVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING ON GARBAGE DAY THERE IS PRETTY MUCH ONLY THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET CLEAR TO SWEEP?!?!?!? Is the operator too stupid to not report this? Are they not empowered with the ability to make a decision such as sweeping another part of town today and coming back to this area tomorrow? Do they just drive without thinking?

My brain hurts.

Did I mention that, as far as I can tell, this was the first and only time so far this year the street sweeper has made a pass down our block? That adds insult to injury doesn’t it?

Even if it wasn’t garbage day, why 5am? Wouldn’t it make more sense to do this kind of work after, say, 8am when most of the cars that are going to leave for the day have left? Again, that would make sense. It would also make work because then the sweeper operator would have to actually sweep both sides of the street and not just the middle…

Cross-eyed kitty tales of woe

Last week we had some of the hottest temperatures of the year so far (97°F-102°F) and look who decided to go up in the crawl space above our house? The neighbor’s cat, Kiki. This should be no big deal as Callie Meowingbutts goes up there all the time (when it is cooler) and gets down without consequence – not this cat though! No sir! No way! This cat gets stuck*!

So, forgoing the air conditioner we have running inside (that can barely keep up with the sweltering temps) I head outside after she has been stuck up there for quite a while and begin the process of rescuing her. She is panting and quite scared. The air coming out of the roof vents feels like it is 130°F or more. I feel genuinely bad for Kiki and want to get her down.

I remove the vent as carefully as I can (it’s totally fucked up now) and try and coax Kiki to come out. She is scared but at least she isn’t running away and hiding; she just stays right on the ledge. I tried pulling her out for a bit before Applesauce said she’d would pull the cat out. Up on the ladder Applesauce goes and after a few minutes she has the cat in her hands and is coming down the ladder. Kiki hits the ground running and is gone under the fence and then up and over another fence heading back to her yard.

Damn cats.



*Of course, by “stuck”, I mean too fucking stupid to go back out the way she got in.