Had enough of politics and the news?
Wonder what happened to the missing drill bit?
Well, we needed a break from the dramatic political seeds and repeated old stories on the Vine recently.
To the garage we trudged, determined to locate and return that missing drill bit. The first step would be to straighten out the drawer, returning all of the other drill bits to their respective holders or racks and returning screw driver bits and specialty bits to the correct drawers and scrapping broken bits and "rusted beyond recognition" mysteries.
Exciting Sunday afternoon stuff. The garage door is open. The door from the garage to the house is open. Nice weather.
Old blind watch dog sitting at attention in the door way?
We note that the dog, very much blind, is paying great attention to something. We ignore him.
Way too intent on sorting drill bits, we occasionally see movement back towards the house door and look at the dog (blind) who is looking intently at us. Movement right to left. Mouse? Mice? Shrews?
We see the dog and the wide open door and make haste to close the door before...
(Have you ever noticed that for a supposedly blind animal, shrews have a propensity to run up the pants leg of the most unsuspecting residents? The dog (blind) always seems most amused.........butt that IS a different, true story for another day)
JCPenny !!! Holy Hummingbirds !! A stealth fighter the size of a softball glides silently between us and the door.
We twist, turn and dive for the dog, pushing him back off of his ass and on to his back, in order to shut the house door with a Ta Da! flourish..
Turning quickly, we find ourselves staring into Mothra's orange eyed glare just inches form our panicked faces - first vertical leap, at least twenty two inches.
Our first panicked swing was a miss. the second swing, some contact. A thud.
Be still my beating heart.
Did we scream? Hell NO!
Then why are the neighbors looking?
Looking at what?
Looking at Mothra......lining up for another attack, this time at our feet.
Ok, we admit to an elevated heart rate especially when it gained a possibly fatal purchase on our left sock.
Our second leap was not as vertical, as it was more like a running out of the garage with our hair on fire, long jump attempt.
Nothing for a moment, our next door neighbor standing beside us, disbelieving, thinking we are way overreacting to a mouse.(again?)
Mothra files straight into our collective faces.
Someone was screaming, not us, we were too busy, arms swinging wildly (not panicked HA!) jumping like our pants were aflame.
We retreated and then re-approached silently only to see Mothra now patrolling her new garage, back and forth, back and forth.
Eventually he/she tired and landed on the floor, presumably for the victory photos.
She appears to be a Virginia Creeper, Sphinx Moth, but not an exact match for this photo (by Stepen Kloiber)
She may be injured but she won't budge, she'll turn and flap her wings sending us running, but she will sit perfectly still only turning for a photo or two. (That's why we know it's female, HA! )
Still haven't found the drill bit. Screw it.
The garage door is still open. The inner door is still closed.
The dog, (still blind) is still lying inside the house door, still "staring" at it.
He knows she's still out there...
A beer and a nap is in order...