I uttered an expletive (or two), wrapped myself in a towel and opened the front door just in time to see a little kid trying to speed away (rather poorly) in a golf cart.
But, wait! There's more...In light of subsequent events, this saga will henceforth be referred to as Kernut vs. Critters.
I hate glue traps. Have a I mentioned that before? Maybe once or twice?
Shortly after posting Kernut vs. Critters, part 1, I discovered a massive nest built on top of my RV gas tank. It had branches (complete with leaves),
The zombie rat is winning. I first 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 drivers seat, where your feet go, staring at the wall that separates the peddles from the engine.
But, wait! There's more...A lovely Amish home: This was one of my favorite homes/farms in all of the Pennsylvania Countryside that I saw. At first I thought this was a public park it’s so picturesque. The grounds are meticulous! I love the creek winding through the manicured lawn, the white picket bridge crossing it, and the gazebo overlooking it all.
But, wait! There's more...There is a phenomenon in Pennsylvania: Gnome Homes and Gnome Gardens.
Most RV parks in Pennsylvania are closed for the winter, November through April. May through October is known as “the season”. Much like the RVing snowbirds who flock to the southern states for the winter, northeast locals flock to a nearby RV park for the season. The difference between them and the winter snowbirds is that most of them have a stick-and-brick within several hours’ drive. Many only come out to their RV on the weekends during the season.
They keep their RV in one of the few RV parks over the winter, often paying the monthly rate but never going to visit it. The RV is often covered and shuttered for the winter.
But come mid-April or May, everyone flocks to their RV for the season. They unwrap the RVs, gazebos go up, TVs come outside, fountains go one, flowers are planted, and gnomes invade the park.
But, wait! There's more...Note: The first part of this post is not funny, at all. In fact, it’s still quite sad for me. But then it gets a bit funny (in a bizarre, dating-sucks way) when I went to Bethany Beach in Delaware, and then it gets hopeful. I have some hilarious (or not) dating escapades to tell you all, and a hopeful solution to my screwy dating life. But before I get to that, I have a confession of sorts to make…
But, wait! There's more...“Leaving Brooklyn Fugheddaboudit” This is the sign you see as you are leaving Brooklyn. I can now officially add New York to the list of states in which I’ve set foot.
But, wait! There's more...“Gonna bang you like a screen door blowing in a hurricane.” I laughed so hard when I first heard that! Do you know how long I had to wait for a good storm so I could use that title? Months. MONTHS, I tell you. (If you recall, during the last … But, wait! There’s more…
Tales From the RV Park: The chickens that don’t lay eggs… A neighbor with a stick-and-brick (that’s full-time RVer lingo for “house”) went on vacation. He asked me to take care of his chickens and barn kitties. Actually, my neighbor didn’t care so much about the barn kitties (welcome to the south), but he did care about the chickens (again, welcome to the south). The chickens that don’t lay eggs.
But, wait! There's more...Tales From the RV Park: Holy Haters Batman! I have never met a more unhappy, unfriendly concentration of people since Los Angeles. But even the folks in L.A. like to meditate without bitching.
But, wait! There's more...
