Life in an RV includes unwanted critters, more so than with a regular home. It’s a fact of RV life… you’re often in or near beautiful, undeveloped areas, the kind of undeveloped areas where most wild critters live. I’m about ten minutes or less from civilization, but still in a fairly undeveloped area. It’s lovely and peaceful and full of everything from deer to mice, and a few mosquitoes.
I began hearing things “go bump in the night” a few weeks ago: a bump on the underside of the RV, a bump in the front. I wondered what critter had enough body mass to make a thud that reverberated through the chassis. And then Pye started sitting in the well of the driver’s seat, where your feet go, staring at the wall that separates the peddles from the engine.
She began sitting there all. night. long. So, I began searching for evidence of what she heard.
I found rodent foot prints all over the engine, some evidence of chewed insulation and wire covering. (Rat 1, Kernut 0)
I got out the mothballs, covered the area with them. I was unable to get the round mothballs to stay put in the vertical engine, and the rat seemed undeterred by the mothballs in its path. (Rat 2, Kernut 0)
Chickenbone and I had small pets as kids, guinea pigs and a hamster. The guinea pigs were rather “randy”, mated and had cute little furry babies. Baby guinea pigs are born with a coat of fur, and their eyes open. They look like the just like the adults, but with disproportionately big feet.
Baby anything was a first for us little kids. The arrival of baby guinea pigs was an opportunity for my parents to explain the miracle of birth.
This “miracle of birth” explanation included the fact that some animals eat their young, an act known as filial cannibalism. My parents weren’t sure if this applied to guinea pigs, so we had to separate the father guinea pig from the mother and babies, just to be safe.
Parents eat their young??!This was a surprising thing for a little kid to hear. I couldn’t understand why or how a member of a family – any family, mammalian or not – could eat their young. It seems scientists don’t really know, either.
Fast forward many some years later, and this happened…
A couple days ago I came home from my job at the hardware store, changed clothes, and then went to work at the park. That day my shift at the park job was four hours long.
By now you’re all aware of The Great RV Roll-about.
Maybe more so than you’d like.
Hey, it could be worse – this could be another post about my cat.
For those of you living vicariously through my experiences, I thought you’d like a few t-shirts and bumper stickers from places you haven’t yet been.
If you have a shirt that says “I stood on the corner in Winslow, Arizona” or a bumper sticker that says “I’ve been to Purgatory and back… Purgatory Correctional Facility, Utah” people will think you’ve been there.
And that you’re cool. Naturally.
No need to tell them you haven’t been.
Or, if you have been there, now you can get the shirt you forgot to buy.
I just heard about this ‘brain-eating amoeba’ and I think I have it.
It sure would explain a lot.
Moments away, people. Moments away.
We’re all on well water at the place I’ve been RV camping for much of the last month. At first, I drank the water (after filtering it) thinking ‘Ooh, well water! This has to be better the city water I’ve been drinking for the last 20 years – the city water that has chromium six in it.’ (Chromium six is the toxic chemical featured in the Erin Brockovich movie.)
Within two days my cat got sick from the well water, so I immediately switched us to bottled water.
NOW everyone is quick to tell me ‘Don’t drink the water!’
Not sure why they didn’t mention that before I discovered it was toxic on my own.
There’s also a lovely creek here.
Hmm… do you think this is where they might be getting the well water?
First, my undying love and gratitude to those of you who purchased items from my “Zombie Life Is Good” store.
You. Guys. Are. Awesome.
(I still can’t believe it’s not really my family buying stuff, but they swear.)
In a burst of creativity, spurred by a plethora of weird match.com men, cling-ons, and utterly dull coffee dates, I made a few new things. I told several I was too busy “working” to go out with them. I was making these t-shirts. Yup, totally busy working.