Those spines are vicious! If you happen to brush up against them or step on one, you usually have a serious reaction to the poison those spines inject into you. My poor dogs cry with their little paws when they step on them in the yard. It is very painful to be stung by one of the creatures.......And what are their purpose? Who knows? But what they turn into is almost as terrifying to me....it is a huge m
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swarm twice a year while mating and are attached to each other as in this picture making 'love'. There are so many of them, that they end up covering the front end of your vehicle and windshield. Apparently, they are very acidic because if the dead ones are left on your car too long, they will actually eat the paint off. And they turn to sometime similar to concrete....you can't get them off your car without a LOT of work. Birds don't eat them, nothing eats them. They are just too bitter. I haven't tried them or anything, I just figured that is why nothing will use them for nourishment. They are just a pain in the butt.
I could have gotten more information from a trained monkey! After talking with this person for 10 minutes and going back and forth with what I had read and what she wanted me to say to her, I got so confused and frustrated, I told her to just FORGET IT!!!!!!!! And she pleasantly said, Ok, thank you for calling the I..........I hung up before she finished.
memories of childhood are of the many hours Rorrock, Fatpaw and I spent at that lake fishing. I grew up fishing and still love to fish today.
and swim round and round it until Fatpaw would pick him up (fearing he would finally tire out and drown) and put him in the boat with us. There he would ride until we finished our fishing for the day.
My Fatpaw taught me to bait my line (which I had to do by myself if I was going to fish) and how to make the cork the right depth for the fish I wanted. One of his techniques though, was to bait several cane poles and drop them in different areas of the lake (they float) and then go back and check them. I really did enjoy visiting with my sister and my grandmother last weekend. My grandmother (I call her Rorrock.....long story) is not doing very this week. She was good over the weekend while I was there, but she started having little mini strokes again on Monday. My sister panics when Rorrock has a little stroke and tries to awaken her when she goes out instead of letting nature run its course. The hospice nurse has now instructed her NOT to try to wake her up. She said this may be Rorrock's way of passing easily and quietly. It is increasingly difficult for her to eat any food and to pass urine, etc. The nurse said her 91 year old body is just shutting down now.
I know Rorrock wants to go be with my grandfather (I call him Fatpaw.....another long story) and has wanted to for 21 years. He passed away in 1985. Rorrock has been very loyal to their vows. She has waited another 21 years to be with him again. No man could have ever measured up to her Charlie, so she waits.
For the last few days, when she is awake, she stares off into the distance sort of like in a trance. I told my sister that maybe she sees what is out there for her and is making the decision to let go of all of us and this earth and to go on home. I know Fatpaw is waiting for her. They were married for about 55 years when he passed 21 years ago. So in her mind, Rorrock has been married to Fatpaw for 76 years. That's a long time in anyone's book. I can only imagine being so completely dedicated to one person for 76 years. I hope I have that kind of stamina where my own marriage is concerned.
Well, I have to go now. It is time for me to go home from work. I will check in again later.