This is a little post about our animal adventures over the past couple of weeks.
As you know, we've just moved. Our new home is lovely in many ways, especially the new friends that we have made. As it's a bigger house there's plenty more places for spiders and other insects to hide. Ruth has been spraying and I've been swatting and we've all been eaten by mosquitoes. We've also caught two mice in the past week. Not 'caught two mice' as in "Look what I've found, let's keep it as a pet" but as in "What's that jerking shape protruding from the mousetrap?". Ruth and I are getting good at managing the vermin population. We're still newbies compared to some of the people here though. You're not a real mouse hunter until you've wrestled one hand
-to-hand, Mano-a-Mano, glaring into the whites of its eyes. One man and one mouse enters, one man or one mouse leaves. Tis a noble thing.
We did catch a baby lizard (as in "Look what I've found...") in a box. Calvin found it one day when he went outside. It must have climbed in there in the night and then couldn't get out. Calvin named it Lizzy (even though he insisted that it was a 'him') and sobbed his little heart out when we insisted that he had to let Lizzy go at the end of the day. He didn't bat an eyelid when his guinea pig died, but he really loved Lizzy - or so he told us. Well, as Sting once said, 'If you love someone set them free' so he let Lizzy go. It's hard work being a five year old.
It's Australia Day this weekend. It's a national holiday to celebrate being Australian. The advert on TV tells us that Australia Day is our chance to say thank you for "...beaches, lamington drives, Kylie and our democratic right to give dead arms". It's quite a funny advert. Actually there are a lot more 'public service' adverts on Australian TV informing us about everything from skin cancer to saving up for retirement. It might sound a bit 'Nanny State' but it doesn't come across as that. It's quite endearing in a way.
Calvin has decided to make a book. He has decided that he's going to take some photos, put them on the computer and get mummy and daddy to write the words. He's not mentioned it today though so I suspect that he's forgotten about it. Because it's unlikely to see the light of day I'm going to post some of the photos Calvin took for his book, which was to be entitled 'Calvin Shrinks'. Please feel free to make up your own words.
Freaky but with a certain flair of genius, I'm sure you agree.
