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Showing posts with label Walking the Dogs. Show all posts

18 October, 2012

Freakin' Aints

This morning, just past 5:25 AM, as I do most mornings, I went out onto the back porch to 'suit-up' the 'walking' doggies (there's always a 'stay-home' doggie).

By 'suit-up' I mean get the dog's packs on them and hook the dogs up to their leashes so we can begin our trek into town to check the mail (if the post office was open the previous day). It also entails a stop at the market if we need to get fruit, veggies, or bones, or perhaps the Mennonite vendors who set up shop on 6th Avenue (to avoid paying for a stall in the market proper, or the Mexican bakery outlet, or Vivi's Meat Pies, or the taco stand in front of Gomez' Cemento Maya.

This is not your normal fun-time walkies that 'pet' dogs enjoy. This is a working dog's walk. They have to earn their keep by carrying some or all of the above pretty much every day. It's a dog's life, I'll tell ya.

Except for this morning. As I stepped out onto the back porch, I was immediately attacked by a horde of small, angry ants, who were determined that I was not going to advance any further onto the porch, which they were claiming as their territory. The fact that the dogs have their beds there, their food bowls, and a good selection of already gnawed bones apparently didn't enter into the discussion.

In fact, it was the bones that were the 'bone of contention' you might say. The ants had decided that there was still plenty of good stuff to be gotten off of those bones and they were defending to the death their fellows who were actively trying to carry off all of the bones on the porch.

I immediately dropped the packs and leashes on the driveway. This is after I had leaped and jumped around for a bit on the porch itself, and down the stairs to the driveway, trying to figure out just what the hell was attacking me.

I ran around to the front porch to see how far they may have gotten into the house. I knew by now it wasn't army ants (they're usually not this aggressive). Dianna had heard me yelping and had come into the kitchen and was looking to see if she could see the ants. There were a few in the kitchen, but mostly, they were still confined to the back porch.

Dianna handed me a can of Bop bug spray (we either use Bop or Baygone which I call 'Be Gone'), which I promptly started to off the little buggers with abandon. I sprayed the blankets, the floor, and then it was about this time that I actually saw that they were really interested in the bones and not much else. I grabbed the small trash can by Dianna's herb nursery on the porch and began pitching bones into to it. The idea being that I was going to collect all the bones and dispose of them out at the trash bin - which is exactly what I did.

Needless to say, that by this time, a morning walk for the girls was out of the question. Surprisingly enough, the ant bites only resulted in some minor itching and no serious hard little blisters like the wee wee ants seem to be able to dispense easily. In fact, after about 10 minutes or so, even the itching went away.

We continued with the 'Bop' extermination program for a few more minutes. I threw the dog's packs, leashes and blankets down the stairs to the driveway with the intention of washing all of it to sort of, have a clean start.

Once I bagged up the bones and pitched them into the trash bin, it seems that the event wound down. The ants quickly diminished in number and life soon returned to normal with the exception that there was no walk this morning. But everyone will have clean beds, packs, and leashes to start the day tomorrow. We're all looking forward to that adventure.

Here's the latest on our breaking story about the ants. I was wrong about not having much reaction to the ant bites - it just took time, like several hours for the bite blisters to show up.

And man, did they nail me. As you can see below, my feet really got hit. This is, by far, the most number of ant bites I have received at any one time in the more than five years that we've been here.
8 on the Left Foot 10 on the Right
I got about the same number on my right hand. My left hand only got about 3 or 4.
Only 10 Bites On My Right Hand
What's just strange with these things is that they tend to take weeks to completely heal up. In fact, sometimes, the scars stay for much longer. I have three dark scars on my right foot from ant bites I got about eight or nine months ago.

The bites themselves aren't painful. Oh sure, the initial bite when the little bugger is nailing hurts quite sharply, but once you knock them off, that goes away. Then you usually have some relatively minor itching, and in this latest, as I said, it was several hours till the bite results showed up in the form of a small blister that forms a really hard central nub. Once the blister forms, the itching seems to go away, which is some relief.

Probably not the best medical practice, but there is a certain satisfaction in breaking the little blisters. Then you just deal with the nub forever and a day. Sometimes the little blisters break all by themselves with no assistance from yourself. Nothing that time and patience can't heal.

Now we return to your regularly scheduled programming. Thanks for tuning in.

24 November, 2008

Time For a Now-And-Again Grab Bag

As often as not, and sometimes, mostly not, it's time for the Grab Bag of photos that document some of what we've been up to.

First up, Lynn and Pete visited us a short while ago. They're from Seattle and own a lot just across the canal from us. It'll still be a few years till they can retire (What a bummer!), but they do come down to visit every now and then.

When they came, they brought a couple of well appreciated gifts too. One of them rhymes with "computer". Anyway, it was nice to see them again.
Lynn and Pete
Pool Via Wide-Angle Lens
I took a few more shots here and there with my Canon SLR. Sure is nice to shoot with a real camera. I just don't like to run around too much with it.
Couple More Shots Using the Wide-Angle Lens
Enjoying the Deck, Using the Wide-Angle Lens
Last of the pool shots, here's a glimpse into the pool pump house. What a mess. I've been shopping for some shelving for it. Finally, I found some plastic shelving at Lydia's Emporium, on the north side of town. But, I still need to find a way to corral the growing stack of toys for the pool. It's amazing how quickly one accumulates these things.
Pool Toys in the Pool Pump House
I did shoot some of the inside of the house. I really like using my wid-angle zoom. It just covers everything so much better.
My Office - Neat As a Pin...
Our housekeeper, Edna or "Eddie", washing window screens. You would not believe how dirty those things get down here - especially since we don't have glass windows to stop air flow. They really act as filters for much more than just bugs!
Eddie Hard At Work
We thought we had lost Eddie some time ago, as she had moved temporarily to Mexico. Well, as soon as we found out she had come back to Corozal, we asked if she wanted to work for us again. Luckily, the answer was yes.

Here's a couple more shots with the wide-angle. This time of the kitchen and living room.
More Wide-Angle Shots
The Living Room
We've had workbenches on order now for some time with Comfort Rest Furniture Products, Ltd., here in Corozal. After several delays (not unusual down here, after all, it is Belize) we finally got Dianna's workbench. It's pretty crowded in these shots as she's just unpacking all her miniature hobby stuff.
Dianna's Workbench
Another View of Dianna's Workbench
Of course, not everything gets delivered at the same time. We're still waiting for my workbench to show up. And, there's a couple sets of storage shelves and a set of overhead cabinets for my workshop as well.

You can see from the photo below, that my workshop is ready for the workbench and cabinets... Maybe by Saturday, or possibly Monday, or... Who knows?
Wall Ready for Workbench and Overhead Cabinets
Some of the delays were due to weather - it was too wet with rain and humidity to apply finish to the workbenches, then, the van they use for deliveries, an old Frito-Lay van, broke a ball-joint coming back to Corozal with a load of lumber from Punta Gorda. The resulting accident sent the van into a ditch where it sat for two days till they could extricate it and the lumber.

Since we put in the swimming pool, Cody, our caretaker, has been busy building curbings to outline planting areas, etc. Here he is, putting "black dirt" into one of them.

Talking of black dirt, we made a new find. Something called "filo" (fee-low). It's actually the by-product from the rock-crushing operation at A-1 Gravel's crushing machine. It's some stone dust mixed with dirt that is cast off in the crushing process.

To look at it, it looks just like stone dust, but if you take a handful and rub it, it feels mostly like soil. And, it's really cheap. Like $10 a yard compared to $30 or so for black dirt. We'll probably still use black dirt when we dig a hole to plant a tree or something, but for general dirt in the yard for grass, etc., I think this is a find. It's certainly cheaper.
Cody Spreading Black Dirt
How about a couple more wid-angle shots? Ok, here's the canal, with pretty low water in it.
Looking North Along the Canal
Looking South Along the Canal
And, finally, a shot showing me walking the girls in the central, down-town park. This was thanks to Twyla this morning on our daily walk. She walks her two girls, Lola and Tupelo, and I walk Cindy and Secret.

Our circuit covers about 3-1/2 miles each day. We also stop and check the mail at the post office and the really big treat, stop at the market-place to purchase fruit, veggies and bones for the girls.

You'll notice Secret is wearing a back pack. Well, she has to earn her keep. She gets to carry all the fruit, veggies, bones, and mail, not to mention my jacket (it's been sooo cold early in the mornings, the past two weeks - like down to 60 or so). Lola has a similar pack.

I just ordered two more packs for Cindy and Tupelo. Cindy's will have to be tailored to fit. I've already consulted with Alex, a local street-side tailor, who is looking forward to modifying the new pack for her. Then all four doggies will be working for their goodies.
Dave and the Girls in Central Park