Much Ado About Nothing

The rain stopped for now, but the sky is starting to cloud up again. It has been one of those days where nature can't seem to make up its mind what it wants to do. As usual the weather-jackass on TV didn't say anything about more rain tonight, but I have a feeling he will be...

The rain doesn't make everyone happy. There was a scorpion that decided he'd had enough, came on in and made himself at home on our wall. The last thing to go through his mind was the cover page of the magazine I hit him with. This morning the wife called the bug guy who unleashed a chemical jihad on all living things in and around the house. I told her I wanted the back yard to become a wasteland devoid of life as we know it - I know, I know we killed off all the beneficial insects too. My answer to that is fly with crows, get shot.