Critter management - curse of the terminally single
Owing in part to the fact that I am not an iAnything fan, I got a kick out of this morsel from the September issue of Wired magazine. The other reason I liked it is because of my long, colorful and quasi-famous history with the management of in-home critter invasions.
I've only mentioned the snake in the garage once here at The Single Rider, I believe. lately I've taken to signalling the onset of invasion by changing my Facebook profile picture to that of "Morrigan" the Irish warrior queen and snake killer etraordinnaire. Alas, self-sufficiencies in realms usually managed by men is the occupational hazard of the terminally single woman. One must open one's own jars with one's own two hands - and those same two hands are responsible for all matters of wildlife removal and/or extermination.
I've been fond of saying over the years that nothing which has scales, fur, wings, feathers or more than two legs - or doesn't pay rent - gets to live here .
Now you know why I am terminally single ;o)
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