Thursday's are Ladies' night at the ladybug sex club. The box said, "Release your ladybugs at dawn or dusk. With ample food and moisture they can begin reproducing immediately." And they say there's no truth in advertising. This team doesn't much care about privacy. That's the boy on top, always much smaller than the girl. They hold […]
The Physical Torturer, err, Therapy Ladies at Sage Centers decided they'd really like a little Loki lovin' so they invited him to Juno's PT session. "Mom, Juicy is not taking her exercises seriously enough. I think she needs to pump up the pace!"
I may be world's worst vegetable gardener but Bonnie, the hoverfly doesn't care. She enjoys the fruit of my bolted lettuce labor just days before I pulled that inedible useless ball of green and tossed it in the compost pile. Who knew lettuce could flower? Stuff you learn when you kill a plant. At least someone ate […]
Creepy. Filled with dread and oh so terrifying. I had just got back from the dog walk when I saw the news about the fire on Loma Prieta last Monday, I walked outside to see how close it was. This was the sky at 3 PM taken with my iphone. It was literally under 10 miles […]
Sometimes I don't pick the flowers on my black night basil plant just so I can be the cliché macro photographer. Oh and the bees tend to like them too. Oh yes I did shoot a water droplet! But it was after watering the garden, not on purpose so it's o.k., to be cliché. Who am I kidding? I've got cliche all over […]
I tried vegetable gardening this year. Aside from my tomato plants and most of my herbs, it was less than stellar. All my lettuce bolted. My cucumbers were pathetic. None of my squash fruited. I mean, I have to be a complete doofus not to produce a single zucchini, right? So I ripped it all […]
Ever since the new lizard condominium complex went in (it's a three-tiered orchard built with natural stone & flagstone-- perfect for lizard housing), Lizard Rock has been the hottest spot in town to catch some rays, gossip or hook up. Larry and Mona had many a rendez-vous before Mona got knocked up. Now we have 87 […]
Meet Gertrude, the Garden Spider. I nearly soiled my knickers when I ran into her while harvesting tomatoes one morning. Since Mr. Wild Dingo was traveling, I sent a picture of her to him. "Look who built a home and moved in on the cherry tomato plant," I wrote. "Her name is Gertrude."
Even at 9 year's old, Juno still practices a life of crime. Never change Juicy. We love you exactly how you are. Eight years ago adopted and 9 years of youth. Happy Anniversary my beautiful girl.