los animales

so sue me. i am not especially fond of animals. i don't mistreat them, or hurt them or even really talk bad about them, i just don't choose to have any in my house and i don't really find joy from them (totally know others do, and I respect that). Just not for me.

that being said, i feel like God is trying to tell me something this last week about animals.

1.)

baby deer that is soooooo flipping cute has leg dangling from its joint. flops around when he tries to run :(. neighbors decide to stage an intervention and catch it in MY yard! ugh. the deer whisperer, aka the neighbor that feeds them comes over sobbing hysterically, standing in my yard. I offered a tissue.

2.)

every single evening when I go to water my garden and my flowers, I find peanut shells in the bird bath. I believe they come from said deer whisperer and what she feeds her flocks of animals, and an animal drags them over. either that or drew discards them there after watching baseball games?

3.)

i am on the hunt for a very specific piece of furniture for our guest room. my efforts at GoodWill are not yielding results, so I went with my mom to the ReStore, a very cool consignment furniture/building supply store in town. Of course, the ONE piece of furniture that I am interested in is the ONE with the store cat lounging in the drawer. I tell myself that the reason I didn't even investigate it any further is because Drew is allergic to cats and he would somehow suffer an asthma attack from cat hair on the guest dresser? really, i am just petrified of cats and was to scared to look at the price tag of the dresser :)

4.)

i cant remember if I have discussed the monster fish on here? ugh. there is a bass that is guarding its babies best under our floating dock. whenever you swim in a certain area (aka RIGHT off the dock where everyone swims) it will come on over to you and ram you :) it has drawn blood three times from the neighbor kids. :( I understand it wanting to guard its sweet fishy babies, but can't it move its nest away from where I like to float in my floating with my mikes hard lemonade? (yes, I am even scared of floating OVER the fish. I think it would like to nibble on my toesies ;))

anyways. we have recruited lots of our fisherman friends to try and catch it, but there has been no luck. it is a smart bugger. Ky came the closest and caught a DIFFERENT fish, but not the violent offender.


what do you think? i think this is the Lord telling me Drew needs to get me chickens ;)