The Romper-Stompers were up to their usual shenanigans last night, so I was awake until about 3am. Not good. I think they must have kept Harriet up, too, because she was kind of appalled when I woke her up this morning. “More sleeping, pleaseandthanks!”
My assy upstairs neighbors continue to astound. Today’s festivities involved the dude (I’ll call him Doofus) letting his clearly untrained puppy (name of Lola) run off leash in the back field. Harriet, being an old lady dog, has to pee frequently. So I took her outside. Lola came galloping toward us. I told Doofus that Harriet is dog aggressive. Doofus called his (again, CLEARLY UNTRAINED) puppy, who totally ignored him, because she has no idea what the word “come” means.
Harriet, bless her heart, has a small amount of tolerance for puppies. Otherwise, it would have been ugly when Lola stuck her nose in Harriet’s face. Since Doofus was incapable of controlling Lola, I took Harriet back inside. She still hadn’t peed, though, so I watched out the window until Doofus and Lola were (I thought) a safe distance away from my patio.
So. I took Harriet back outside. Harriet peed. Lola saw us, and we had a repeat of the above scene. I took Harriet inside before Lola got to us, but I didn’t have time to close the patio door before Lola shoved her head inside my apartment. WTFBBQ?!
And now, a photo of an avocado. It was perfectly ripe and damnfinetasty.
Deadhead
Bumblebee
Because of the drought, a watering ban goes into effect on Monday, so there may not be many more flowers this season.
“GET OFFA MAH TUFFET!”
My new neighbors woke me up again at 1am, stomping around, yelling at each other, and dropping boxes on my head. And then it started all over again at the crack of dawn. I hope their schedule becomes more reasonable SOON, and that they learn to walk like grown-ups and not God-effing-zilla.
Hi! Remember me? I’ve been busy doing lots of nothing. And by nothing, I mean NOTHING. I have new neighbors who decided that the middle of the night was the perfect time to move in, and they’re stompy stompers, so I’m over tired and totally lacking in any kind of sense of humor about the situation. Seriously, do they HAVE to drop boxes on my head at 1am? I DO NOT THINK SO.
And then they woke me up at the asscrack of dawn, which means I was wandering around aimlessly at butterfly o’clock. And my camera was handy. So I took some pictures, which is kind of like doing something. It may be all I accomplish today.
Hobomok Skipper (Poanes hobomok) on Zinnia
And then this adorable little honey bee came along and chased off the skipper and stole his flower. Poor skipper.
Roll Cloud
Today’s fire alarm brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
Whereas Henry plots world domination, I’m afraid Polly’s more likely contemplating supper. She’s incredibly sweet, but she clearly flunked out of Evil Genius School.
red paper boat 