Be a post whore!

[Griff]

You're a good daughter Lola.

[Lola Bunny]

Thanks, Griff. It would nice if my mom thinks so too. :-P

Well, I'm back. I've put on a movie for my mom in hope that she will sleep some tonight. She hardly slept last night, didn't eat much all day, had physical therapy twice, combine with strong pain meds, her BP dipped so low that she almost fainted today. Therefore, her doctor won't let her go home tomorrow as I hoped. Oh well....I guess I'll have a sleepover in the hospital again tomorrow. :-P at least I'll have another day to clean the house before my mom comes home. :-D I'm getting hungry so I'm eating my mom's crackers...lol. I'll just ask more from the nurse later. Pain meds and aspirin are giving my mom an upset stomach. I know how awful that feels. Oh yeah, my mom complained that I snore too loud. Hahahaha.....She told my sister to send up a stick so she can wake me up...lol.

[Aliantha]

You're a good daughter Lola. I hope they send your Mum home soon. More for your sake than hers I think. haha xxx

[Lola Bunny]

Haha....thanks, Ali. My mom seems to be sleeping now, so I think the movie did the trick. The room feels colder tonight than yesterday. Glad I brought my sweater. I'm gonna put on a heat patch on my shoulders and maybe sleep some. :-P I think I'll eat another cracker first, hehe.

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[Lola Bunny]

I AM HOME!!!!! Well, my mom is home. I'm just thinking about myself because I'm so happy with the thought of sleeping in a nice bed rather than a hard recliner chair. It's a pity that morphine can't be brought home though. My mom is much nicer on morphine. She's been really testy with me after I disappeared from her hospital room for 30 mins. two nights ago. It's all downhill from here.

[infinite monkey]

3 days this week working the rock dig and performing in the informative play for K-2 grade kids from local schools...about 1000 kids total. The question and answer periods are hilarious. There are other events too. Love the kids, love being at the fairgrounds (was moved from a nearby nature preserve due to weather) and loved the other folks involved, especially my big brother who runs this portion of the event through the association he directs.

My mom got him involved in this 3 years ago, from mentioning a learning tool that the association gives to local kids to a woman involved with the festival. She was there in our hearts the whole time.

And in case you didn't know...birds are made from trees. Funny kids.

[glatt]

We pulled in to our driveway after running an errand today and noticed that our beautiful lush mint patch was turning brown. Looked a little closer and saw all these little red bugs all over the mint. A little google search later and we have found our culprit. The four lined beetle. Little fuckers. The picture looked just like them. So I scroll down to the part about controlling them, and the preferred method of control is to plant mint around the plants you want to protect because they just love mint. *facepalm*

[Gravdigr]

Aargh.

[monster]

Originally Posted by glatt

We pulled in to our driveway after running an errand today and noticed that our beautiful lush mint patch was turning brown. Looked a little closer and saw all these little red bugs all over the mint. A little google search later and we have found our culprit. The four lined beetle. Little fuckers. The picture looked just like them. So I scroll down to the part about controlling them, and the preferred method of control is to plant mint around the plants you want to protect because they just love mint. *facepalm*

try planting garlic in the patch

[Aliantha]

You can even put some garlic juice in a spray bottle with water and try that for a more immediate fix.

[monster]

...but then your mint will taste of garlic

[Aliantha]

Nah...the smell and flavour dont permiate. (Sp?). It doesnt need to be that concentrated.

[glatt]

I actually used Natural Orange cleanser on them. Sprayed the shit out of the mint and killed hundreds of the beetles. And then after 20 minutes or so, I hosed off the mint so the orange cleanser wouldn't kill the mint. Next morning, there were far far fewer beetles and the mint was still alive. I need to buy more of that orange spray.

These beetles are nymphs now. The last thing I need is to allow them to mature and lay eggs that will hatch next year. Gotta kill these babies.

[xoxoxoBruce]

You need predators. Will Ladybugs eat those things?

[Sundae]

I had a mouse adventure the other day.
An adventure with a mouse.
I was on my lunch break, walking home to Diz, when I noticed a mouse ambling across the road. I mean he really didn't seem to be in any hurry. I considered that he might even be a tame escapee, because wild rodents usually dart and scamper.

Omg I really didn't want to see him made into mouse jam before I had my sandwich.
There wasn't any traffic on my side of the road because of the traffic lights at the nearby junction, so I went into the road to harry him a little, to hurry him up.

So he sought refuge under the nearest parked vehicle, a Mercedes van. Which had its reversing lights on. Sigh. I stood behind it, in clear sight of the mirrors and watched as Brer Mouse climbed into the alloy wheel. When will this responsibility ever end?

I had to go and knock on the window of the van, which it turned out was (about to be) driven by an immaculately turned out young blonde lady. "A mouse has just climbed into your wheel arch" I explained. "My wheel arch?" she asked, which I thought was odd, because my mind would have snagged on the word mouse, but hey, maybe she was stealing the van.
She got out and Mr Mouse's taily was sticking out. She shrieked then, in proper 50's sitcom fashion.

I reached in, hoping to spook Sir Mouse, before the lady either swooned or just got tired of the whole affair and drove off. Of course no mouse, tame or wild likes great big sausage fingers appearing suddenly. Bite. Ow! Withdrew said fingers sharply, without realising they were still mousified.

Whizz goes the mouse. Dangermouse, flying over the road, right into the path of the oncoming traffic. Exactly what I'd been trying to save him from in the first place.

Luckily the whole debacle had taken enough time for the lights to change and the traffic on the other side of the road was now static, queuing at the lights. A lovely lady in a very big white car saw something at least that made her brake.

I darted across the road, picked up Bitey Mouse from where he was lying on his back, stunned and deposited him in the flower bed. Oh, I picked him up by his tail, and he was alive enough to squeak at me, so maybe he did live. What can I say? I did what I could.

My finger of course bled like buggery. No tissues in my bag, all I could find was a strip of paper. I had to go home smeared with oil from the wheel, blood from the bite over my whole hand and running down to my wrist and the fear I'd been bitten by a mad mouse and still deal with a hungry cat, make myself a sandwich and get back to work!

Anyway. No real resolution to the story. Mouse was gone by the time I walked home. I didnt look on my way back to work. No infection from the bite. But if he was a weremouse I might not know the full extent until the next moon.