October is
the best month!
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September
ended here in my little patch of Mexico with record-breaking heat. The heat I
can handle. The humidity is brutal. Early this morning, 70F, humidity in the
90s, go hang laundry on the line, come inside with sweaty wet hair. In the
afternoon, when it is 90, when I return
to the house with dry laundry, I’m hot but dry. When we Montanans say, “Yes,
but it is dry heat”, we know what we are talking about.
October will
be different. Won’t it?
And the
critters, oh, my, the critters. Critters in the house. Last night I found a
scorpion on the bathroom floor. Alive. Alive when I saw him. The horrifying
thing to me is that I never had that stomach lurching moment of fear. More an
“Oh, another scorpion.” Stomp. Smash.
Tonight it
was a lizard in the bathroom. It is still alive, somewhere up the wall.
Somewhere.
I’ll bet you
don’t go to bed wondering if a lizard might scrabble across your face in the
night. Have you ever looked at their hand-like feet? Let’s not even allow a
thought to form about scorpions in the night.
There are
two varieties of ants that are ever-present, in the kitchen mostly. These
little buggers are so tiny that you only notice them when they move. Okay, they
move pretty much constantly. Vinegar in a spray bottle. Doesn’t stop them but
keeps the population down. I am sure my diet is well supplemented with
miniscule ants. Protein. We all need protein.
Then the big
brown ants show up. Oh, don’t worry about them, I’m told. They just are passing
through, looking for water. ???
Depending on
the time of year, I’m also told bugs come in the house to get out of the cold, for
shade from the heat, away from the wet, or because outside is too dry. Choose
your myth, I say.
House
centipedes, roly-poly bugs, silverfish. They are just nuisances. At least they
stay on the floor. Spiders are everywhere, all seasons. I have the bites to
prove it.
The lizard
should be able to find plenty to eat while it shelters from the blistering sun,
indoors, wherever it is now.
Both flies
and mosquitoes seem to know their season is waning, the cold will come, giving
us a few months respite. Knowing this, they zero in, frantic to chomp flesh,
mine in particular. That’s not really true, I just feel like they target me in
particular some days.
This morning
I watched two huge flocks of whistling ducks heading north. I will miss them.
They are so beautiful. They leave but their loss is balanced by an influx of
colorful others. One bird sounds like a scold and when I scold back, it gives
me what for in no uncertain terms. Another helpful bird screams out, “prime the
pump, prime the pump”. I’m certain that
bird met up with Desert Pete. (Kingston Brothers)
In amongst
the songbirds, is a bird which screeches like a banshee. What does a banshee
sound like? Well, I don’t really know, do I? But if I did know, a banshee is
what that bird would sound like. You can’t refute my logic.
If you are
interested in animals on the move, the iguanas move out of our yards during the
rainy season, finding feeding grounds in the fields more to their gourmet satisfaction.
Once the corn harvest begins, the ugly critters scurry back to our yards, lush
with hibiscus and every possible flowering plant we can scrounge from the
Viveros. They especially seem to thrive on flowers grown from smuggled seed,
not that any of us would smuggle seed, but we do have the odd contact. Nudge.
Nudge.
Despite the
ravages of iguanas and leaf-cutter ants, our gardens seem to thrive. Well, we
tend to overplant them so have plenty to share.
Like I said
above, October is the . . . wait, wait, that’s a typo. What I mean to say is,
October is the pest month!
Sondra
Ashton
HDN: Looking
out my back door
October,
obviously
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