So, for the better part of two weeks I have been putting oak saplings in my room every night and outside everyday. How is this my life? I tell you why, it's that bloody mouse.
At least, I assume it's a mouse. It used to be a mouse, but then I trapped the little bugger and we had a little quiet for a while. Anyway, before I start suspecting
ghost mice lemme start at the beginning.
So, there are a lot of mature native oaks around our garden. With wind, long branches and nut-crazy squirrels (although, frankly, is there any other kind?) our garden each years bursts with young oak saplings. This being a garden, not the ideal place for a forest, we pot every one up and ship them to a reclaimed fir plantation that is being replanted with natives. Since young oaks are so slooooow growers and fragile we lose a lot and tend to pot up some acorns too for insurance. Moar trees, never a bad thing.
We used to put the seedlings up on the balcony, until.. the mouse. It climbed up to the balcony (!) every night and decimated our potted acorns. I eventually had to use lethal force. Not my favourite moment in essentially a wildlife garden, but
come on, trying to breed trees here on my effin' balcony! The garden is still full of acorns, go eat them there. Seriously, this mouse ignored the front garden
brimming with acorns, to come up and raid my balcony.
I made the mistake of asuming since I had trapped the mouse any seedlings would be safe this year. The bloody rodent raided all my beech pots and two of my oak pots in one single
night before I managed to get the rest into Plantcatraz. (Plantcatraz are plant trays with fitted metal wire frames over them, we started using them before we cought our previous balcony brigand.)
And now the new bugger has gone and
raided Plantcatraz! I don't know how he did it. I have one batch of oak seedlings left this year. So in and out they go every night. Until they're strong enough to survive without the acorns. And that's how this is my life.
Bloody rodent.
Gardening always finds muscles you forgot about.
QFT
Frog - Best of luck on being home alone! (And fingers crossed no bumbling burglars attack...
)
O.O
Well, I wasn't worried
before...
Excuse while I go and rube-goldberg-trap the hell out of my house.
ION, I may be booking a last minute flight to France for a work thing next month? My team has been advised that a thing we submitted for an award within our broader company has made it to the semi-finalist stage, and we'll know by later next week if we're one of the finalists. Which means "surprise, FRANCE!" I'm not complaining. Just...my team member and I would really like to know so we could plan our lives for that week.
Hey, you'll be on the same continent!
I CANNOT EVEN seems about right.
I hope you reported them. You can bet they'll be trying that fraud with other people too, who may not have family to defend them.
Hello everyone!
I have moved! And still alive!
Cats did well. [...]
Yeay!
Also,
.
I hereby protest gawd-damn websites that force me to change my password.
IKR? And then kindly storing my previous passwords, so they can helpfully tell me when I'm trying to use one I have used before. Because seriously,
the knowledge of you are storing all my old passwords in one place where hackers can get to them more easily makes me feel so much safer indeed!
Oh man I hate that. So much of password requirements are based on flat wrong ideas about what makes passwords secure. It’s infuriating.
Yes, like the only thing that causes hackers to get them
must be because you didn't use symbols as well as numbers and capital letters.