I read somewhere that it takes 15 or 20 minutes for coffee to get someone started in the morning. Since we make ours with half-decaf, half-regular, it doesn’t seem unreasonable for me to take 30 to 50 minutes to vacate the twilight zone.
Sunday morning, before the coffee even finished brewing, Dearly Beloved looked out the sunroom window and casually announced: Look. There are two squirrels copulating on that oak limb.”
He continued his narration without any encouragement from me. “Now he’s run off and she’s up there cleaning herself.”
TMIBC. Too much information before coffee.
A similar scene took place in plain sight later that afternoon. DB figured it was the male practicing free love. It made me curious, so I looked up some information on the mating habits of grey squirrels and learned that it was the same female probably, different male. What a bunch of bastards those tree rats are. Sheesh!
The female is fertile for less than a day, however, she puts out a scent that calls male squirrels in the neighborhood, thus filling her dance card all day.
We may as well forget Groundhog Day. It doesn’t matter how much more winter weather we have because my plantings will be screwed right along with those squirrel hussies. Let’s see. . . the gestation period is about 45 days, and it takes mommas about seven to 10 weeks to wean them. Yup. That means the little bastards will hit the ground to start digging and chewing about the same time all my warm weather plants are starting to really look good.
Furthermore, the females will be about ready to put out the word, er. . . scent again. The obnoxious little bastards mate twice a year. Wonder what we can do to counteract that sex scent next time, assuming we can’t lock all the fertile ones under the house for the day.
For awhile, I thought I had the solution. Remember smudge pots? There are to be zillions of them sitting in road construction warehouses everywhere, a dime a dozen, right?
Wrong. The smelly old kerosene ones might work, but they’re pricey. The new ones burn lamp or citronella oil. Not enough stink.
Speaking of stink, I admire the Kentucky legislator who’s raising one in her state. Have you read about Rep. Mary Lou Marzian? After the KY legislature passed another pro-birth measure, this one making any woman seeking an abortion to have counseling 24 hours prior, Rep. Marzian came up with legislation which could help prevent unwanted pregnancies and unwelcome sexual advances. Her bill, HB396, would require men seeking erectile dysfunction-type drugs to have at least two visits with their doctors as well as a permission slip from their wives. Only married men would be able to obtain the drug and they would have to swear on a Bible to use it only with their wives.
Rep. Marzian is a medical professional and knows that the drugs cause risks for men and she wants to protect them from themselves. Headaches, runny nose, body aches, vision problems, dizziness. . . . If her bill passes, those pill users would have their permission slip-signing wives right there to nurse them back to health. It would reduce medical costs, something any legislator should embrace, right?
As for the problems in our garden, if Monsanto and Dupont and all those GMO-loving companies want to produce a corn containing birth control for tree rats, I’ll see to it that ours are the best fed critters on the block.