Dad called this morning. “You’re a wildlife biologist, aren’t you?!?” he demands. Well, uh, yeah, obviously, you know that. There is a skunk in the have-a-heart trap. It is pouring rain. What should he do. Advice was dispensed (mostly by T, thankfully also a wildlife biologist who has caught many a skunk by accident in his day) and followed and the story has a happy ending–stinky was freed, no one was sprayed. The end.
Only, is it? You see, woodchucks are not welcome at my parent’s yard. Not at all. They are accused of setting up house under the porch and eating various vegetable garden crops. To me, this is just life. Coexisting. To them, this is WAR! Take no prisoners! Actually, take prisoners, and then take them far, far, far away and dump them unceremoniously into some new patch of woods and head home to start the process over. Not. Cool. At. All. Perhaps this public admonishment will make a difference? Doubtful.
“This salad changed my life.”
That’s the phrase that caught my eye and made me follow the link to this:
Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far, but it was really good. I’ve shared with a couple people, but just in case you weren’t on that (very short) list, here you go. Give it a whirl, you won’t regret it. I subbed snap peas (cut thin on the bias) for bean sprouts because that’s what I had, only used 1 cucumber because it was a big one, and skipped the hot stuff ’cause I’m a wus. I cut up all the veggies and made all the dressing the other night, but only half the noodles and so I still have a giant mound of chopped veggies and half the dressing leftover, slated for dinner again tonight.