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  • Heellllpp Meeee…

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    Part 1 of 2…

    Her Majesty Queen Eebil Kat threw me for a loop again…

    Now before I get into the crux of the story I need to clear up a little something about E K. The truth of the matter is this: while she is without a doubt 113% pure evil, she has a soft spot. And, that soft spot is none other than Nature.


    Yeah, nature… As in, the environment and all creatures big and small. I’m not just talking about kittens and puppies, mind you. E K apologizes to spiders if she disturbs their webs, scoops up the errant wasp or hornet that finds its way into the house and returns it to the wild unharmed, and I’ve even seen her move the lawn sprinkler to avoid drowning out an ant colony. The Evil Redhead is so wildlife conscious we sometimes call her Kippy the Environmental Terrorist, because if she catches you damaging the environment she will… well, let’s just say you don’t want her to catch you and we’ll leave it at that. (By the way, we call her Kippy behind her back because if you call her Kippy in front of her back, well… See notice above about damaging the environment. Pretty much the same thing applies.)

    But, this isn’t what threw me for the loop. We’ll get to that in a minute…


    So, in the interest of full disclosure I also have to point out that as environmentally conscious as E K is, she does in fact have a “hit list” where so called disgusting creatures are concerned – although, as you would expect, it is very short. Topping it, of course, is the male of the species homo sapiens. But, we already knew that so it is kind of a given. Also on the list, as you have recently discovered, is the Japanese Beetle because it simply doesn’t belong here, making it an invasive species that threatens the ecosystem. That really and truly seems to be the “proverbial litmus test” for her. If it’s invasive and threatens the natural order of things, she’ll terminate it with extreme prejudice.

    Come to think of it, that whole threatening the ecosystem thing is probably why men in general top her hit list…

    But, back to the story… You see, apparently there are a couple of other entries on the “most wanted wall” I hadn’t realized were there. They don’t actually fall under the “invasive, ecosystem destroying threat” clause. They are, for all intents and purposes, covered by the well-known and often invoked, “Don’t Annoy The E K” statute.

    Yeah… This is where the loop throwing comes in…

    You see, I heard a ruckus in the kitchen the other day. I knew I should simply ignore it, but there’s this personality quirk we writer types all seem to have. We’re overly curious. And, unfortunately that little flaw sometimes gets us into trouble. Living with E K I know this all too well because giving in to curiosity gets me into hot water more often than not, therefore you’d think I would have learned better by now.

    But, like I said, it’s a flaw…

    So, yeah, you guessed it. I couldn’t leave well enough alone and I went to investigate the ruckus.

    I poked my head around the corner and peered into the kitchen. “What’s going…”

    The rest of the sentence caught in my throat and remained unspoken, because what met my eyes was to say the least just a bit unexpected.


    The Evil Redhead was standing at the sink, all dolled up in Pleather dominatrix gear. Now, as intriguing – and dare I say titillating – a sight as this happened to be, what really got me was the empty Popsicle
    stick with which she appeared to carrying on a conversation.

    “I’ve got all the time in the world,” she instructed the flat piece of wood as I listened from the doorway “Trust me, you will talk…”

    Throwing caution to the wind I silently crept farther into the room, what with that whole curiosity thing working on me, and all that jazz. Once I came closer to The Evil One I could see that the Popsicle stick, while definitely not containing a frozen confection as one would think, was also not actually as empty as I had originally imagined it to be.

    And that was when my irresistible curiosity led me down a dark and scary path…

    More to come…

    Murv

    To be continued in: Mistress Of The Flies…

  • So, This Is How You Tell…

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    birdI have to wonder why when speaking to children we adults endeavor to complicate explanations with inferences and allusions, instead of just coming right out and saying what we mean. You know, stuff like the whole “Well… There are birds and there are bees, and then there are flowers…bee

    I suppose it may have to do with helping them develop deductive reasoning skills. The whole putting two and two together sort of thing. Problem is, it seems kids are way ahead of us on some of this, and they are completely unabashed in their explanations.

    Yeah, this is another instance of from the mouths of… Just like the other day when my kid yelled out, “Mommy gave you a big pussy?!” (If you are new here, it’s not as bad as it sounds – see blog post What did you say?)

    Similarly, this incident occurred during our morning walk while the munchkin’ was still on spring vacation. We were following the same route we had a day or so before, and on that recent walk we had seen a cat sitting on a porch. I know, no big deal. It’s not like we don’t have cats ourselves, however, this seemed to fascinate the kid since she thought the cat was “really cute.”

    Anyway, the topic of conversation that morning was “whether or not that cat would be sitting on the porch again.” As it turned out, it was. Well, actually, it was sitting in front of the porch instead of on it, but the point is it was there again. Or still there for all I know, but I digress…

    Once we saw the cat and the kid oohed and ahhed, we continued on our way. We’d only traveled a quarter of a block when the short person asked, “Daddy. Is that cat a boy or a girl?”

    “Well, I don’t know,” I replied. “It’s kind of hard to tell at a distance when it isn’t a Calico.”

    Now granted, I didn’t give her any manner of convoluted explanation, and the reality is I wouldn’t be able to tell the gender of the feline unless I went over and grabbed it up by the tail – or, if it happened to elect to put its yarbles – or lack thereof – on display as cats will sometimes do. But, my kid was undaunted. She figured that if I couldn’t figure it out, then she would venture her own theory.

    “Oh… Yeah…” she mused. After a very brief pause she announced, “Maybe we could tell like you do with dogs.”

    Curious, I asked, “How’s that?”

    “You wait for them to pee. If it’s a boy he will lift his leg. If it’s a girl, she just looks like she’s pooping.”

    Direct. To the point. And, near as I can figure, pretty damn accurate, at least where dogs are concerned.biff

    I think I’ll take a lesson from the offspring in this case. Next time someone asks me a question – especially one I don’t really want to answer – I’ll just say, “You have to wait for them to pee…

    More to come…

    Murv