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truepennyStarting in what was technically last week.
Saturday night, as I was getting ready for bed, I observed the formerly feral ninjas sitting in front of the attic door with the keen and focused attention of ninjas who sense a foe in the offing. I stopped and listened, and sure enough there were noises, as of somebody on the other side of the door wanting to open it without any idea of how a doorknob works.
No, I said to the ninjas, I will NOT open the door for you.
biPED, said the ninjas, you suck and we will never forgive you.
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mirrorthaw and I agreed that, whatever it was on the other side of the door, we didn't want to deal with it at 11:30 p.m. Since the attic door latches properly, hangs correctly, and fits the door frame (which are not universal characteristics of the doors in our house), we felt sanguine about waiting until morning.
biPED, said the ninjas, it is our rightful prey and you are THWARTING us. Open the door.
In your dreams, girls, I said and went to sleep.
Sunday morning, 4 a.m.mirrorthaw and self both awake. I can't get comfortable, a feeling which gradually escalates from irritation to discomfort to pain, chills, nausea, and oh god vomiting up my socks at quarter of five in the morning. Possible diagnoses considered while I shiver and moan and sweat include flu, mono, and the Black Death.
By six I'm asleep again, despite the best and most helpful efforts of Catzilla--who sometime during the night (after the ninjas gave up in disgust) figured out there was something interesting behind the attic door. As he is a grail knight, and it is his duty to face all peril everywhere (most especially the peril in the basement), he figured it was my duty to open the attic door so he could pursue his duty. No way, kid, I said feebly and tried not to fall over him on the way to the bathroom.
At 9:30, I wake up, and although I'm achy and my stomach is vaguely hostile, by and large I feel fine. wtf? quoth I.mirrorthaw and I agree it was probably food poisoning.
Next up, our little visitor.mirrorthaw equips himself with a flashlight and makes a brief exploratory survey. It is indeed a bat. I have to be at Geek.Kon for a panel at 12, but I call Bat Conservation of Wisconsin, and they very generously and graciously agree to come out right away to conserve our bat. It is a Big Brown, they tell us, and healthy; they hypothesize that what's happening, since this is the same presentation as the bats they had to conserve for us whenever that was way back in the day, is that once the bats land in the attic stairwell, particularly in the narrow space between the door and the first step, they can't get airborne again. Apparently, bats can take off from the ground, but since they can't stand on their legs, they need a certain amount of space, which they are significantly lacking in this scenario. They tuck him (they also identify him as a male while they're at it) into a sort of bat-tent and carry him off.
(For the record, the only person who had any contact of any sort with the bat was the very nice man from BatCoW. Neithermirrorthaw nor I nor our little predators got anywhere near it.)
So happily ever after on the bat front. I head off to Geek.Kon, where my day received extra surreality, as there was a convergence on Library Mall of (1) Geek.Kon, (2) the Literacy Run/Walk (3) a convocation of firemen and firetrucks--everybody all shiny and dressed up, so they weren't there for a fire, but I haven't the foggiest what they were doing--and (4) a rally to legalize marijuana. Despite the best efforts of everyone involved, I was not late for my panel.
And the rest of the week has just gone on like that. Obstacle! Obstacle! Inconvenience! Irritation! Pap smear! Tetanus booster! SUVs! Grinding envy of other and more successful writers! Insomnia!
On the other hand, on the way into campus this morning, I saw a pheasant on the shoulder of the road, looking like he was pretty sure he owned the world.
I made an archivist very happy this weekend by agreeing to donate my papers to Northern Illinois University. I sent her back to DeKalb with three boxes of stuff I was delighted to get out of the house, andmirrorthaw possibly even more so.
And on Monday we bought a kitty papasan for Catzilla's favorite sleeping place (instead of the 15" Sony monitor he has been obstinately wedging himself on top of) and he has deemed it good.
Saturday night, as I was getting ready for bed, I observed the formerly feral ninjas sitting in front of the attic door with the keen and focused attention of ninjas who sense a foe in the offing. I stopped and listened, and sure enough there were noises, as of somebody on the other side of the door wanting to open it without any idea of how a doorknob works.
No, I said to the ninjas, I will NOT open the door for you.
biPED, said the ninjas, you suck and we will never forgive you.
mirrorthaw and I agreed that, whatever it was on the other side of the door, we didn't want to deal with it at 11:30 p.m. Since the attic door latches properly, hangs correctly, and fits the door frame (which are not universal characteristics of the doors in our house), we felt sanguine about waiting until morning.biPED, said the ninjas, it is our rightful prey and you are THWARTING us. Open the door.
In your dreams, girls, I said and went to sleep.
Sunday morning, 4 a.m.
mirrorthaw and self both awake. I can't get comfortable, a feeling which gradually escalates from irritation to discomfort to pain, chills, nausea, and oh god vomiting up my socks at quarter of five in the morning. Possible diagnoses considered while I shiver and moan and sweat include flu, mono, and the Black Death.By six I'm asleep again, despite the best and most helpful efforts of Catzilla--who sometime during the night (after the ninjas gave up in disgust) figured out there was something interesting behind the attic door. As he is a grail knight, and it is his duty to face all peril everywhere (most especially the peril in the basement), he figured it was my duty to open the attic door so he could pursue his duty. No way, kid, I said feebly and tried not to fall over him on the way to the bathroom.
At 9:30, I wake up, and although I'm achy and my stomach is vaguely hostile, by and large I feel fine. wtf? quoth I.
mirrorthaw and I agree it was probably food poisoning.Next up, our little visitor.
mirrorthaw equips himself with a flashlight and makes a brief exploratory survey. It is indeed a bat. I have to be at Geek.Kon for a panel at 12, but I call Bat Conservation of Wisconsin, and they very generously and graciously agree to come out right away to conserve our bat. It is a Big Brown, they tell us, and healthy; they hypothesize that what's happening, since this is the same presentation as the bats they had to conserve for us whenever that was way back in the day, is that once the bats land in the attic stairwell, particularly in the narrow space between the door and the first step, they can't get airborne again. Apparently, bats can take off from the ground, but since they can't stand on their legs, they need a certain amount of space, which they are significantly lacking in this scenario. They tuck him (they also identify him as a male while they're at it) into a sort of bat-tent and carry him off.(For the record, the only person who had any contact of any sort with the bat was the very nice man from BatCoW. Neither
mirrorthaw nor I nor our little predators got anywhere near it.)So happily ever after on the bat front. I head off to Geek.Kon, where my day received extra surreality, as there was a convergence on Library Mall of (1) Geek.Kon, (2) the Literacy Run/Walk (3) a convocation of firemen and firetrucks--everybody all shiny and dressed up, so they weren't there for a fire, but I haven't the foggiest what they were doing--and (4) a rally to legalize marijuana. Despite the best efforts of everyone involved, I was not late for my panel.
And the rest of the week has just gone on like that. Obstacle! Obstacle! Inconvenience! Irritation! Pap smear! Tetanus booster! SUVs! Grinding envy of other and more successful writers! Insomnia!
On the other hand, on the way into campus this morning, I saw a pheasant on the shoulder of the road, looking like he was pretty sure he owned the world.
I made an archivist very happy this weekend by agreeing to donate my papers to Northern Illinois University. I sent her back to DeKalb with three boxes of stuff I was delighted to get out of the house, and
mirrorthaw possibly even more so.And on Monday we bought a kitty papasan for Catzilla's favorite sleeping place (instead of the 15" Sony monitor he has been obstinately wedging himself on top of) and he has deemed it good.
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Date: 2007-10-10 05:16 pm (UTC)I hope Catzilla's new napping quarters do not arouse Envy, with resulting Hot Debate and Contention.
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:46 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-11 12:17 am (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2007-10-11 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-11 02:46 am (UTC)I'm in ur collection archivin ur stuff. :)
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Date: 2007-10-13 03:44 pm (UTC)