A Guest Post

Man, I am sooo tired. Long bike rides in the sun, walks on the beech, and tonight I'm babysitting. So....my son has graciously allowed me to steal a post from his blog. (Oh, he doesn't know I stole it, so let's just keep that part of it quiet between the two of us, OK?)

So....without further ado, here's Sam....

Look at what I found in our condo! Isn't it cool? A Beetle!

But THIS is WAY better!

A giant horseshoe crab!

The beetle's backThe horseshoe crab's back

The beetle's stomach...The horseshoe crab's stomach...

This is how big the beetle is. It's laying next to my pinkie.


This is how big the horseshoe crab is.....

I'm lying next to it and I'm 5 foot 1 inch. Which one do you think is better?

Mom? Which one can I take home?

AnotherTypical Day at the Zoo

In addition to homeschooling the kids, taking care of Prince Charming, and the zoo, and the garden, I work outside of the home part-time.

Friday was a work day.

I was in work mode. I was thinking of super-bugs like pseudomonas, mrsa, and diseases like HIV, tuberculosis...you know, fun stuff! Stuff that challenges my brain.

ring..ring...ring...

"Good-morning. Infection Control. This is Sherry. How may I help you?"

"Mom??"

This BETTER be good.

"MomVictoriahastapeonherhead."

What?

"Tape-on-her-head."

"Well, just pull it off."

"I can't. It's stuck."

"Well, take her into Grandma's room. Have her help you. I'm working right now. Bye."

ring...ring...ring...

"Good morning, Infection Control. This is Sherry. How may I help you?"

Prince Charming: "What's this about tape around Victoria's neck and Grandma calling 911?"

"WHAT?" That was NOT the same version I got.

I hung up and called home. I had pictured in my mind a little ball of duct-tape stuck to Victoria's head.

I wasn't thinking like this.......

Poor puppy.

Please. Do not call 911. (We'll be the laughing stock of the fire department).

Hello? My doggy has a role of duct tape around her neck. Ummm...could you come save her please? I could just see that 911 tape hitting the 6:00 news.

I hung up and called A2, who as luck would have it was out and about. A2 used to work at a real zoo, with real animals. Without hesitation she went into rescue mode and went to the house. (Thank you...thank you...thank you....)

Meanwhile, Grandma made her own call to the next door neighbor. The new neighbor. The one that hasn't even officially moved in yet. (They've been renovating the house next door for about 6 months now). The one who still lives across town. The wife called her husband, who was out and about and without hesitation went into rescue mode and went to our house. (Thank you...thank you....thank you.... oh, and by the way...Welcome to the neighborhood! He has now seen my house a pit, my mother and my children in their pajamas, and my dog with duct tape around her neck - yee haw).

The tools.
The spoils.
The Victory.


The Rescuer (one of them).


All's well that ends well.


Right Victoria? Now, stay away from duct tape and be good!