Some of you may remember the Mouse Incidents. My last apartment in Guelph, fortified by my own impervious denial, eventually housed a family or three of mice, which I had at last, reluctantly to destroy. On and on it went: a loud "Clack!" at night, and then the horrible scrabbling sounds from down in the kitchen where the innocents would emerge to forage. :(
Now I am hell-bent on destroying an infestation of evil fruit-flies. I note that they especially like upturned red wine corks, but they're hardly discriminate, and can exist for weeks at a time with only dog kibble and coffee grounds left dashed in the garberator. There is no end in sight, though we've been battling them since July. They were even here on our return from our 2 week vacation, where every iota of sustenance was mopped up, and windows left open. No- we have not used pesticide. Yes- we are clamouring for useful advice. Bring it on, as long as it doesn't involve a bigger predator or invasive species.
Another thing- a revelation- "managing" is an evil word. I never knew what an ignoble profession I was in, though after 10 years, I had fairly begun to suspect. I've been reading John Raulston Saul's The Collapse of Globalism. I suppose I'll have to overthrow myself, and my own inane mediocrity and irrelevance one of these days.
Dang it.
Well, it's on The List. Recently removed from The List: my 2 pairs of eyeglasses, broken about 14 months ago, but never fixed due to a $35 convenience fee. Kate took care of the logistics, I provided a credit card number, and soon I will be able to see again. Next after that- file taxes from 2004 onward. Buy a boat to escape the worst of societal collapse due to the End of Oil. Hoard classic DC and Marvel Universe comic books and dinky cars (yes, I can say it) for barter.
Speaking of general financial insolvency and escapist fantasies- Hey Jen Brown- where the hell are you, anyway??
