Thursday, December 3, 2009

Crock Pot, meet Venison Roast

Sue asked me to clear the freezer of some of our "old meat" because she used some freezer-burned ground turkey for chili and it just tasted wrong.

Now this is a challenge I can deal with. We have a freezer full of venison from last year's hunt. The boys killed three deer in a matter of minutes.  I gave one deer to my father-in-law, and put two of them in my freezer.

On Sunday I took two small roasts out of the freezer and placed them in the refrigerator to defrost. Venison pot roast was officially on the schedule for Tuesday's dinner.

The first step is critical, so pay attention.
  1. Tuesday morning I had bacon for breakfast.  
  2. Also on Tuesday morning I rubbed the roasts down with a spice rub.  I used pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, a touch of salt and some Italian herbs like thyme, oregano and basil.
  3. In the leftover bacon grease I seared the meat in the pan with the bacon grease.
  4. I put two cans of french onion soup in the crock pot. I like to set my slow cooker to cook for 10 hours, because it makes the meat more tender. I placed the seared roasts in the slow cooker.  [Make sure the liquid covers the roast. You may need to add water to make that happen.]
  5. With about 3 hours left to cook, I added some potatoes and some baby carrots along with more seasoning like black and red pepper.
  6. With about 2 hours left, I added one can of cream of mushroom soup and mixed it in really well. You can also add some whole or sliced mushrooms at this time.
  7. When you have about 30 minutes left consider adding some peas. You need your greens after all. Unfortunately, I didn't have any.
The meat just fell apart at the prodding of a fork. I may need to use just a little more salt, though, so the meat accepts more of the other seasoning through the process of osmosis.

Nevertheless, we had some happy boys Tuesday night.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Under the Weather Dinner or No More Turkey

I have not been feeling well for the past week.  A nasty cough with some congestion really slowed me down for the long Thanksgiving weekend. I am so ready for this illness thing to be over!

So yesterday, while surfing the net between plays during the Colts-Texans game, I discovered this article, "Study: Antibacterial spices explain why some like it hot." About 5 paragraphs in, the author identified the spices most effective in fighting bacteria. They included garlic, onions, and chilies. Sounds like Cajun cuisine to me!

I wanted something fairly easy, fairly quick, and VERY spicy. My first thought: Shrimp Creole.

1. I chopped some onion, celery, garlic and mushrooms:





      2. Then I cooked these down in butter


      3. When it looked like this:


           I added a can of these:




      4. Added these spices:


      5. I cooked this mixture for about 20 minutes til it looked like this:




      5. Added a pound of shrimp:


      6. Served it up over some rice.



      Jealous?

      Thursday, November 26, 2009

      Happy Thankgsgiving Day

      I had to go to Walmart today to get a couple of things for our Thanksgiving dinner today.  One of the things I had to get was all the way in the back of the store, so I had the pleasure of walking all the way through the Super Walmart. I was struck by something I saw in the store; and by what I did not see.

      Super Walmart on Thanksgiving Day was very busy, but nearly all the shoppers had something in common: they were people of color. Everywhere I looked I saw brown and black faces. Even the people working at Walmart were mostly people of color.

      Then it occurred to me, that the Latinos in the store (especially those first generation immigrants) don't celebrate Thanksgiving. Why would they? Thanksgiving is an almost exclusively American holiday. For all those in this country from Mexico and points south, they have no frame of reference for Thanksgiving Day.

      The folks in the store of African descent, Thanksgiving Day must represent something quite the opposite of what Americans of European descent. It was the first Thanksgiving that eventually led to the slave trade. Like our Latino neighbors, those of African descent do not have the same frame of reference for Thanksgiving as white Americans, and, in fact, it could be that Thanksgiving Day has a negative association with their ancestral memory.

      I give thanks that we are blessed to be in a country with such a diverse collection of cultural traditions and memories.

      Friday, August 28, 2009

      Wilted Daisy

      Yesterday afternoon, I picked Daisy up from the vet after her womanly surgery. She looked soooo sad. Our little ball of energy moped out of the recovery room, gently and consciously taking one step at a time until she made it to me. She may have been happy to see me, but it definitely did not show in her face.

      After parading through the guantlet that is the vet waiting room, not even cognizant of the other beasts seeking her attention, she trudged to the truck, careful with every step along the way. I put her in the front passenger seat so I could keep an eye on her, but it wasn't long before she tried to find a way to climb in my lap. She was confused, groogy and probably had to relieve herself, so the ride home was a restless one for her.

      Last night our goal was to keep Shadow away from her. Out of compassion and habit, Shadow did sneak in a good ear licking. Daisy did n't seem to mind.

      This morning our poor wilting Daisy was still moving very slowly.

      Thursday, August 27, 2009

      Daisy gets deflowered

      A few months ago, the boys brought home two stray dogs. Right after I got home that afternoon, both dogs mysteriously escaped. (Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.)

      Fortunately (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) the boys were able to recapture one of the dogs. A few hours later her name became Daisy.

      I went to the city animal control people to report the dog as found, Sue and the boys searched the neighborhoods for lost dog signs, and after 30 days sojourning with us, Daisy legally became our property.

      So we got all her shots updated, had her examined by a veterinarian, and now she is a member of our family, and a favorite wrestling partner of our cripple dog, Shadow.

      Today Daisy went to get spayed. I'll pick her up this afternoon, and I can't wait experience our life as we try to keep Daisy calm as the other dogs try to resume their ongoing wrestling match.

      In the spirit of Bob Barker I have to include this parting thought,
      "Help control the pet population. Have your pets spay or neutered."

      Tuesday, August 18, 2009

      Oh! The Possibilities...

      I have learned something vitally important about my city:

      Chickens are ALLOWED!

      Here is the law:

      PART II. Chapter 6. Article IV. Sec. 6-105. Fowl.

      (a) Generally. The keeping of fowl such as roosters, ducks, turkeys, geese, peacocks, guineas, or other such loud fowl within the city limits, in any pen, coop or enclosure that is within 150 feet of any residence (other than the owner's), business or school shall be prohibited.

      (b) Chickens. No person shall keep more than two hens in an area zoned residential within the city, and shall be no closer than 50 feet to the nearest inhabited dwelling, other than that of the owner.

      (c) Secure pen or enclosure. Any fowl kept within the city limits shall be in a secure pen, coop or enclosure, and such structure shall be of such construction and strength to keep such animals from running at large.

      (d) Exceptions. Public park lands and lakes shall be exempt from the fowl ordinance, as shall property or acreage annexed into the city after January 1, 1999, for a period of 12 months from adoption of an annexation ordinance.

      I can't wait to build my chicken coop.

      Wednesday, July 15, 2009

      The Cry of the Urban Chicken Farmer!

      In the Wall Street Journal, Some City Folk Are Mad as Wet Hens When Chickens Come Home to Roost.


      More chickens. This time in the Wall Street Journal.

      Urban chicken farmers, unite!
      This is your moment!
      Free yourself from the tyrrany of mass produced chickens and eggs!
      Loose the chains of the mega supermarkets!

      Raise your own chickens!

      On a related note, the documentary movie Food, Inc. is now out in theaters. Go watch it!

      Sunday, July 5, 2009

      Happy Breakfast

      Breakfast often makes me happy, but this is the first time I've experienced the breakfast itself being happy.
      From the keen eye of my youngest son:


      Saturday, July 4, 2009

      For the Birds!

      I have brought up the subject in my household, of "urban chicken farming" in the past. I think it would be pretty cool to have a bunch of chickens. The fresh eggs, insect control, free fertilizer and hours of tortuous chores, I mean entertainment, for the boys. Who wouldn't want some chickens? My grandparents raised chickens in their back yard for years and they lived in the city. I even have the perfect place for them in the backyard that's already cordoned off so the dogs can't get them.

      It seems I'm not alone in this idea. In the Dallas Morning News this morning, Folks in Dallas, elsewhere hatching plans for backyard chicken farms. I probably have a romanticized view of what it means to be an urban chicken farmer. My image is something like this:


      There is NO WAY Sue is going to let me have chickens. Something about how I can't take care of the stuff we already have. She'll point to the garage, or the back yard, or how the kids don't like to clean their rooms, or anything other objection she can raise, related or not. So for now urban chicken farming is just a suprious idea floating around in my head. It probably will never amount to much more than that.

      Tuesday, June 23, 2009

      Family Vacation (Blackmail) Videos

      These videos need no comment:

      LILLY'S LEEK DANCE




      SISTER DANCE 1




      SISTER DANCE 2


      Wednesday, June 17, 2009

      Up and Down; and Upchuck

      In an effort to maintain some level of physical effort and not be total slugs, Sue and I formed a compact. We declared that unless we had to carry something of significant weight, we were to walk up and down the stairs to get from the condo to the beach. I agreed to the plan before I knew where the condo was situated. As it happens we’ve been staying in condo number 616.
      The sixth floor.

      Day One at the beach was not so bad; the energy supported by a certain exuberance that comes naturally when doing something exciting and new allowed me to leap up and down the stairs with a seemingly boundless energy. By the end of the first day I was drained, a little dehydrated, a little bit of sunburn (Did you know that even though one might sit in the shade, it is still possible to receive a sunburn from the mere reflection of the sun off the white sand beaches?), and a little too much beer.

      I met the second day with a little less bounce in my step. Every time my foot made contact with the surface below it, I felt the sting of yesterday’s sunburn. Every time I inhaled, I felt the dryness of slight dehydration. With every step, my calf muscles burned from the previous day’s activity. Shortly after lunch, I had to make a trip back up the stairs to the condo. About half way up I vomited just a bit in my mouth. I cursed the stairs. At that moment I resolved that I would only take one more trip up for the rest of the day. We stayed on the beach until dinner time.

      It’s Day Three of our beach vacation.

      I hate the stairs.

      Monday, June 15, 2009

      The Alternate Reality of a Beach Vacation

      I have discovered yet another evidence that beach vacations do indeed cause a ripple in the space time continuum. Sometimes those ripples are so severe, we a thrust onto another, alternative, reality. Chaos theory predicts that it is possible to shift between realities, this trip to the beach is proving the validity of the theory.

      This morning, just before noon, I was sitting on the beach reading a book. All the kids and all of the adults went back up to the condo, leaving me alone to enjoy the sounds of the crashing waves, the call of the sea birds, the laughter of other people's children and the solitude to read my book. Everything I ever imagined a beach vacation could be was being manifest before my eyes. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I considered the glory of the moment.

      I gathered my emotions and continued reading.

      Perhaps I had five minutes of this idyllic circumstance when Sue came down to join me. She said she felt badly that I had been left alone. Surprisingly, she had little to say to me. She just spread out a blanket and lay down. It didn't take long for her to get restless. She rose from her position and looked at me like she was about to ask me for something.

      She looked at me and asked, "Are you hungry?"
      "A little," I replied.
      "Everyone went upstairs to get lunch."
      "Uh-huh," I said with trepidation.
      "Would you like me to bring you some lunch?"

      It was at this point that all my programmed responses failed me. There has been very little in my experience that would have prepared me for that question. I expected, "Would you like to go up and get lunch with me?" or "Let's go upstairs and get some lunch." But instead I was asked, "Would you like me to bring you some lunch?"

      I'm sure I must have had that stunned look of a deer caught in the beam of headlights of an oncoming car because Sue then asked me the same question again.

      As the shock wore off, I spoke with perfect honesty, "I don't know how to respond. Of course I would like to have you bring me lunch, but I somehow feel I have to say 'no'."

      She laughed and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
      "I don't know, but 'yes' just didn't feel right."

      Sue left me with my book and went upstairs to fetch my lunch. To be perfectly honest, I did not expect her to return, but about ten minutes later she came down with a lovingly prepared chicken salad sandwich, some carrot sticks and a side of chips.

      Vacations can play tricks on your mind, on the behavioral patterns of loved ones, and I believe, in this case, on the very fabric of space and time.

      Sunday, June 14, 2009

      Backing Up On My Beach Vacation

      I think there is a law written somewhere that whenever you are with family, eating is involved. There really doesn't need to be a holiday or wedding or funeral for this law to be invoked. All that needs to happen is that you have to get together with a part of your family that you do not share a roof with.

      Last night we arrived at the grandparents' house. Pops wasn't there. He was on his way back from picking up some crawfish. So we ate crawfish; me, Sue, the boys, my brother and his family and my folks. Thirty-five pounds of crawfish with some corn and potatoes, and I think we had seven mudbugs left over. Six adults and 4 kids, of which only one could really eat on his own, I think the other kids went hungry. As the Apostle Paul says, "If you don't work, you don't eat."

      Woke up this morning way too early, thirsty and bloated from all the salt in the crawfish the night before. But that's not all. When you eat too much salty food, and don't include any green vegetables in your diet, your body functions differently. Despite three cups of coffee that could melt your fingernails, there was no "movement." I am all about "movement." Under normal situations I am like clockwork. A couple of cups of coffee, wait thrity minutes, grab the newspaper and head to the reading room.

      Five more hours of driving to get to the condo, and still nothing. The fullness I feel is more than I've experienced in a while. I drove most of the way to the condo with my pants unbuttoned. The seatbelt had to be loosened a little too often. I was squirming the whole time. As we got close, with the gulf breeze as an excuse, I rolled the windows down. My family doesn't know it, but they owe me a huge apology for complaining about the rolled down windows.

      That experience passed, so to speak, and we arrived at the condo. We were greeted by my sister-in-law, who was busy preparing for our arrival.

      As an aside, my wife is a genius. We rented a three bedroom condo. She told her brothers and sisters and this one cousin that we would pay for the condo under the condition that they were responsible for cooking.

      Tonight’s meal was the responsibility of my sister-in-law that lives nearby. Tonight’s menu: lasagna.

      Imagine bloated, constipated, and I am going to pile on pasta, cheeses and meat.

      If you need me I’ll be on my throne. Waiting, hoping, praying.

      Saturday, June 13, 2009

      A Family Vacation - Day One

      Time for a family vacation. We're headed to the pearl of the Redneck Riviera, Fort Walton Beach, Florida. I've been to a number of beaches in the continental U.S., and the beaches of the Florida panhandle are some of the most beautiful. Walking along the beach with my wife, playing in the surf with my kids, lounging on the white sand beaches while soaking in the view of the azure blue waters. Sounds great, doesn't it?

      On this vacation, Sue has invited her brothers, sisters and one of her cousins to join us, along with their kids. The invitations resulted in two sisters and a female cousin along with all their kids, for a sum total of me, four women, and seven boys between the ages of 6 and 16.

      So as a preview we began our trip with a drive from home to a layover with the grandparents in Baton Rouge. For the first two hours, my lovely bride tried to coordinate a flight for her drifter of a brother to meet us at the condo. There was a lot of talking to airline reservation agents, sisters, cousins and mothers. About two hours into that effort, she gave up. We stopped for lunch, gas, and biological reasons a few minutes later.

      Back in the car, Sue talked to me about how we need to prepare ourselves to move into a new house, about how we can't possibly have more children, about how she hoped the dogs were okay and on and on and on...

      Oh, and we took a picture.



      Another bio break two hours later.

      Back in the car, the conversations shifted to her mother. About how her mother had started giving all of Grandma's jewelry away, how some of the jewelry was ugly and how when we have a little extra money we should reset the stone in one of the rings, about doing yoga on the beach. There was a blessed interruption of a phone call from one of her sisters to coordinate meeting up tomorrow for the final leg of the journey to the beach. After the coordination was complete, going to sister-in-laws, we spoke about the lunacy of her father and, did I mention, we're going to her dad's house to visit my brand new sister-in-law. That's right my children have a new aunt.

      About fifteen minutes left to go in our trip to Baton Rouge, I heard the most magical, wonderful words I never thought I would ever hear from my wife: "My throat hurts. Maybe I should stop talking.

      The silence lasted about thirty seconds. It was the most wonderful thirty seconds I have ever experienced.

      Ever.

      Then the talking began again.

      I can't wait for day two.

      Tuesday, June 9, 2009

      The Ant Wars - Woe to the Weak Willed

      From Lincoln, Nebraska a news story was published today that provides some advice for homeowners struggling with ant infestations. The reporter and the "expert" she consulted are clearly people without the vision and tenacity to actually win this war.

      At the conclusion of Barb the ant expert's recommendations, her (not-so) encouraging advice is, "good luck." The tenor of the article is clearly not the supportive and encouraging "good luck," but the you-don't-have-a-snowball's-chance-in-hell kind of "good luck."

      To these nay-sayers I reply, "Man up!" As I have clearly demonstrated in my battles with the ants, it is possible to win this war or at least reach a sort of rapprochement. There will be days when the cause seems hopeless. You may feel there is no chance at victory. But consistent, concerted, multi-dimensional attack plan will result in victory.
      For all those struggling in their war with the ants, have faith, be strong, and you will be victorious.

      Not like those defeatist Cornhuskers. It's no wonder their football team sucks.

      Friday, June 5, 2009

      The Ant Wars: An Act of God

      Oncor blames fire ants for power surge in Carrollton homes News for Dallas, Texas Dallas Morning News Latest News

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      For those of you in the unenlightened corners of the world that have yet to discover electricity deregulation, Oncor is the regulated portion of our deregulated electricity delivery system in Texas.

      Oncor has the nerve to call an ant infestation in a tranformer an "Act of God."

      For those of you who have been following my tales of The Ant Wars, you will have to come to the conclusion that ant infestations cannot be an "act of God," but can only be an "Act of Satan."

      Ants are evil little creatures that are constantly on the march of death and destruction against any one or thing they encounter.

      Oncor clearly does not understand the destructive intention that ants have, and they are clearly unwilling to admit that the sentient intentions of ants cannot possibly be at the behest of the creator of time and space.

      If you know the people affected by this electrical disaster, please refer them to my stories, so that they may have solace in their time of need.

      Tuesday, June 2, 2009

      The Ant Wars - Know Thy Enemy

      There is a maxim of war that every great general must understand to be successful. Never underestimate your enemy! We must be constantly vigilant in our need to learn about our enemy, know its ways, discover its strenghts and its weaknesses through observation and through trial and error.

      As with any war we must study. And it is in my studies that I have learned about The Smithsonian National Museum's exhibit that just started and will run through October 10, 2009. Perhaps we can take a late summer vacation up to D.C. to view the new exhibit, "Farmers, Warriors, Builders: The Hidden Life of Ants."

      Perhaps the most daunting challenge we face is mechanical destruction of the mound. The Smithsonian has published a graphic of a cast of an ant colony's mound. It is deep, it is detailed and it is virtually impenetrable to its deepest chambers. In short it is frightening. You can see it by selecting the following link: http://www.mnh.si.edu/ants/photogallery/antsNest.htm

      Monday, June 1, 2009

      The Ant Wars - Mutiny?

      The vast ant armies launched their version of the Tet Offensive. For about a week we were overrun, fighting back the invading armies with the best weapons in our arsenal. Orange oil mixture as a front line weapon, boric acid and D.E. to create an impenetrable barrier, Spinosad bait to take them out from within, and my thumb as a last resort.

      Ants were everywhere, in the kitchen, in the sun room, in the boys' bedrooms, and in the master bathroom. The only defenses that proved worthy was the the defenses established at the very beginning of our war, the dining room.

      Ants had gotten into our home to such an extent, we had to put cereal in the fridge, all dry goods went in zipper bags, and the dogs had twenty minutes to eat, then the food was picked up.

      But one day last week, the offensive stopped. Oh sure, I'll see a lone ant scout every now and again, but for the most part, the ants are not entering the house.

      I don't know why the ants aren't coming in anymore, but I have two theories:
      1. The Spinosad baits and the boric acid applications are working. The colonies are sick, and the queen is dying.
      2. I've noticed a couple of fire ant mounds in the yard. I noticed them at about the same time the little sugar ants stopped coming into the house. Is it possible that the more aggressive fire ants are attacking the sugar ant colonies and providing a mutinous distraction for the Ant Armies leadership?
      If the latter is true, I may need to adjust my strategy to encourage an extended battle between the two ant clans. Is it so unthinkable in my effort to eliminate the sugar ants, that for now I actually encourage and support them so that their civil war becomes more protracted?
      For now I'll wait and watch. I'll strengthen the defensive perimeter, I will attack my enemy's enemy, and I will table the tactic of sickening the queen with bait. This is a gamble, to be certain. But all too often it is in misplaced pride that the consequences end in disaster.

      Wednesday, May 13, 2009

      The Ant Wars: New Weapon Development

      Could salvation from ants be just around the corner?

      Our crack researchers have identified a potential new weapon against the most dangerous of the ant warriors, the fire ant. Through funding provided in part from our own resources, researchers at Texas A&M have identified a natural predator of the fire ant. There is a tiny phorid fly that lays eggs on the fire ants, and the eggs hatch into maggots inside the ant and eat away their brains.

      Here is the story from the Houston Chronicle: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/headline/metro/6420449.html

      This new weapon, once fully operational, could provide the tipping point we've been waiting for to control the invading armies.

      Tuesday, May 12, 2009

      8,000 Pounds: Reallocation of Resources

      In recognition of the upcoming summer heat, the Supreme Household Commander issued an edict. Resources currently being employed in our battle with the ants were to be redirected to the Backyard Reclamation Project (BRP). As I posted a few weeks ago, we have an Ugly Garden.

      The irrational exuberance of Bermuda grass easily overpowered our weeding prowess primarily consisting of visualization exercises. (We were using our imaginations to see the patio garden without the Bermuda grass encroachment, but reality overcame our fantasy on this issue in the past few months.)

      So the stage of the BRP described in the Ugly Garden post was the finishing touches on the demolition part of the project. The next stage was bed preparation.

      Bed Preparation.

      With the help of a significant downpour, the leveling of the bed became incredibly easy, as the supersaturated mud turned to soup, leveling became very easy. We also took this opportunity to dig a french drain.

      We admired the future patio and decided we could accomplish the project for about $500.

      Once the bed was leveled, I worked my way to the local dirt store and purchased a truckload of sand. The whole family got involved in spreading the sand (About 1,200 pounds). Sand was everywhere. The dogs were rolling around in it, the kids were playing in it, Sue and I were trying to level it. I had sand in places I shouldn't mention. Three days later and I am still finding sand in the bottom of the shower.

      Once the sand was spread, I built a retaining wall around an area that included a shrub that did not get removed during demolition with about 30 large bricks made of natural stone. Voila, a flower bed! (Another 600 pounds)

      That was Friday.

      That evening I dreamt of patio design.

      Before the sun rose, I did. I had an idea. In my mind the patio was to be framed by two additional flower beds. A small one to the right and a larger one at the edge of the patio in the center. So at 6:45 am I was off to Walmart to buy some more retaining wall stones. 60 more stone bricks and 1,200 pounds later, I had two more beds completed.

      Next, I was off to get the flagstone for the patio. These stones were quite large. I bought 1,000 pounds of them. The boys carried them to me one by one as I laid them in place. The stones were natural and came in a variety of shapes and sizes, so I had to piece them together to fit in the space I had. This is what I came up with:


      As I inspected my work, an awful realization came over me: the patio stones were too low. I needed 2 more inches of sand! The sand store was closed by now, so I quit for the day and went and played paintball with the boys.

      That was Saturday.

      Again, I was up with the sun.

      Starting my morning by carefully removing the stones I had so carefully laid the day before, and placing them on the existing patio in approximately the same position I had laid them in the sand (1,000 more pounds of lifting). The sand store openned at 7:30 am, and I was there when they openned the gate. Another truckload of sand (1,200 pounds) to spread in the patio bed. Once the sand was spread again, I placed the flagstone...again! (1,000 pounds). With just enough time to get to the sand store again before they closed, I bought 1,200 pounds of decomposed granite to fill the cracks.

      Maybe I overbought, since I still have about 800 pounds remaining. But I figure we can extend the patio out with the excess if needed.

      Total expenditure: $575.

      So here is what the finished product looks like:

      I am estimating I'll need another 1.5 yards of soil for the raised beds (another 3,800 pounds and $100), and I'm told plastic surgery will help with the garden nymph ($5,000 to $7,000). So I guess this home improvement project will experience some cost overruns, too.

      Monday, May 11, 2009

      The Ant Wars: Revisiting the Rules of Engagement

      Now that we've discovered the home base of our enemy, a proposal has been proffered that violates the original rules of engagement. This suggestion comes from a member of the war council. As in any organization, there are two competing schools of thought. In our war with the ants the two schools can be loosely defined as follows:
      1. War tactics define us as a people. While the ends are vitally important, the means by which we achieve those ends is a very prominent consideration in our approach to battle.
      2. Securing the objective of the battle trumps any and all consideration of whether the means are humane, sustainable or even moral.

      In our efforts to identify tactics that would significantly reduce the enemies ability to attack our home, one of the tactics proposed was a chemical bombdropped inside the container of the mailbox. The competing tactic is to surround the mailbox with baits, including the boric acid-honey baits, boric acid-D.E. baits, Spinosad, and, at the suggestion of a friend, instant grits.

      After a contentous meeting with tears, screaming, begging and pleading (from me), the bait strategy was agreed upon for now. But tactics aside, the moisture we've had, both falling from the sky and the saturated soil are preventing our use of baits.

      And there is another problem: we are now being attacked from our Northwestern corridor, and I cannot find the source of the attack or where the enemy is gaining access to our home.

      Tuesday, May 5, 2009

      Rock Shopping

      As part of our back yard renovation project, Sue and I decided to go to the local Rocks'r'Us. We decided to meet up there during my lunch break yesterday. She arrived with my oldest son in tow. (There's a whole other story about that, let's just leave it as a lesson in anger management.)

      The place we went had different rock everywhere. Red rocks, brown rocks, beige rocks, grey rocks, black rocks, even some pink rocks. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, flat pieces, rectangles, boulders large and small, gravel, etc.

      After walking around the acres of rock displays, it became apparent that this is going to be a difficult job. As Sue had an OCD moment, I went into the sales office to get pricing and delivery information. It turns out they do design and construction, too.

      The guy is suppossed to call me today to set up a time to come take a look at what we've got to deal with. Maybe he can help out with the ants, too.

      This video has nothing to do with our patio project except that it has the word rock in it and for some reason I made the association.


      Monday, May 4, 2009

      An Ugly Garden

      We have an ugly back yard. You can debate me about that all you want, but, since ugly is in the eye of the beholder, my opinion is all that matters.

      The back yard just off our patio started off as an attempt at xeriscaping. For the first year the yard looked great. A new pergola, a freshly installed lanscape, and nice fresh mulch made for a pleasing place to sit and enjoy the view. At times hummingbirds would come by and visit while we enjoyed our morning coffee on the patio.

      But, as with all things in nature, clean and crisp gives way to overgrown and wild. Don't get me wrong, there is a certain beauty in how flora finds a balance for coexistence, but the disorder of nature's ways would not do for our home.

      A few weeks ago I began digging up this garden. The heavy rains we had over this past weekend made this area nice and muddy, and so what I am left with is this:



      I'm really hoping this garden renovation works. I hope it pretties up the garden nymph in the background, too.

      Tuesday, April 28, 2009

      The Ant Wars. Oh! My God!

      The rain was heavy and lasted all morning. My defenses held, the ants, despite their habit of invading immediately after rain, have stayed outside for about 24 hours as of this posting. But the rains have revealed something far more ominous. It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse in this epic battle: I have discovered the source of the ant hordes power. I discovered their true home!

      The rain has forced the ants to move their supply line from under the cover of the soil, plants and grass, to the drier paths above ground. With pureness of heart, Sue saw what I was unwilling to see: the ant hordes have a supply line that must extend at least 75 feet, extending from our mailbox all the way to our front doorstep. My initial reaction was, "Oh! My God!"

      The ants have taken refuge in a fortress of stone that is our mailbox. Their supply lines are far more complex and far more extensive than I ever anticipated. Like attempting to melt the exposed part of an iceberg, my war will be never ending until I destroy the very foundation of the ants' power, their hidden base of operations, the home of the queen.

      For now, I've placed boric acid baits along their supply line, but I fear the tools in my arsenal may not be enough to eliminate the threat. This will require a new level of ant control, perhaps even a new approach to hit the ants where they live.

      Stay tuned...

      Monday, April 27, 2009

      The Ant Wars. In D.E. (diatomaceous earth) We Trust?

      All is quiet along the Ant War front. The predicted rains didn't come this weekend, and as such, the ants did not invade. Over the course of the entire weekend, I spotted one ant. One! And I used a mechanical strategy for eliminating this solitary scout, my thumb.

      The war plan now includes yet another stealth weapon in my fight to eliminate the threat of future ant invasions. I am now sprinkling a bit of diatomaceous earth (DE) on the dogs' food AND the cat's food.

      As I've learned in this process of non-chemical pest control, there are two types of diatomaceous earth. The kind to use in Ant Wars is "food grade" DE. Food grade DE is a natural supplement used to help rid animals of intestinal parasites. DE is the fossilized remains of tiny little plants that grow in sea water. The fossils are covered in tiny jagged edges that can cut parasitic worms from the inside, resulting in their death. Sprinkling the DE on their food also discourages the ants from a readily available food source. So this one material has multiple benefits for the animals, protecting their food from ant invasions and keeping their intestines free of parasites.

      I left the perimeter defenses in place from Friday, and this morning the rains came. The weather forecast is calling for rain all week, making my exterior defenses ineffective. With the Spinosad and exterior baits neutralized, we are forced to rely on the DE/boric acid mixture in the window sills as a mechanical defense, a few strategically placed boric acid/honey baits in the kitchen and we'll be using the orange oil spray as a surface cleaner and contact ant control.

      May God be with us.

      Friday, April 24, 2009

      The Ant Wars. The Calm Before the Storm

      The weather forecast calls for a decent chance of rain today and tomorrow. During our last rain event, the first great ant invasion took place, catching us off guard. I am determined to not be caught off guard again.

      I spent this morning fortifying my defenses. I sprayed the kitchen surfaces down with orange oil, making sure to leave a heavy coating of the spray in the areas the evil ant armies prefer to attack. I put a dusting of the diatomaceous earth and boric acid mixture along all the window sills. There are a few strategically placed boric acid baits indoors in an effort to distract and confuse the enemy. I also sprinkled a tablespoon of diatomaceous earth on the dogs' food bowls to further discourage the invading hordes. My outdoor baits, especially the Spinosad, will probably be rendered ineffective due to the rain.

      I've thrown my entire arsenal at the enemy.

      The past few days have been eerily calm. I can almost hear the drumbeat of the advancing armies....

      Thursday, April 23, 2009

      A Father's Worth - Dr. Suess Style

      My kids don't read, they come ask me
      to read to them about the things they see.
      To read of witches, lions and bears
      who sleep through the winter in their cold, deep, dark lairs.

      I read to them on the couch,
      I read to them so they don't slouch.
      I read to them in their bed,
      I put ideas in their head.

      I read to them while they eat.
      they listen while they chew their meat.
      I read to them in the yard,
      that's where I read stuff that's really hard.

      If you see what I see, you'll see indeed,
      my kids need me because I read.

      The Ant Wars. Re-establishing the Perimeter

      The boric acid baits seem to be working. The ants have stayed outside ... mostly. A few hardy survivors have managed to put together some advance patrols, finding weaknesses in my defenses.

      Yesterday I began the process of re-establishing my defensive perimeter. Since the easiest points of entry for the army of ants are through the window sills, I put a dusting of diatomaceous earth (D.E.) and boric acid along the base of the windows I have spied ants penetrating my home. I mixed the two products 10 parts D.E. to 1 part boric acid.

      The next rain will truly test the strategies we've employed to defeat the relentless hordes of the great ant armies.

      Monday, April 20, 2009

      The Ant Wars. Sabotage!

      The Great War of the Ants continues! We now have tools to keep the armies of invaders at bay with our orange oil concoction. (Did you know that my orange oil spray makes a good surface cleaner, too? Water it down a bit to use as a cleaner, just don’t use it on windows.) Our strategy now calls for a more aggressive attack upon our enemies. We will be going behind enemy lines for this next phase of the war.

      The underlying idea of this attack is to distract and destroy. The weapon is bait, laced with poison and inserted into the enemy’s base and along their supply lines. I am using two different types of bait, in different locations, as a test to determine which bait is most effective. One of the baits is homemade, a mixture of raw honey and boric acid. The other is Spinosad granules. Spinosad is a byproduct of the rum-making process, so it must be deadly. It can be purchased from your local gardening store that carries organic supplies.

      The homemade honey and boric acid baits are a long time favorite of “natural” pest control practitioners. I spent last night making the baits. For instructions on making the boric acid baits see my article, How to Control Ants With Honey.

      I went around the house today in serach of ant nests and ant supply lines. I found two major supply lines. Those little bastards were finding their way in through three windows along the front of the house and the window in the master bathroom. I chose the front windows as my test location for the boric acid baits and the bathroom window as my Spinosad trial location.

      In the Spinosad areas I sprinkled the granules liberally around the ants’ point of entry. Along the front of the house, I strategically placed the boric acid baits along the ant supply lines. After just a few minutes, the ants had abandoned their attack on the house and were sippin’ the Kool-Aid, so to speak. We will see what the results of the test are tomorrow.

      Friday, April 17, 2009

      The Ant Wars. Invading Hordes!

      There everywhere! Crawling across the counters. Invading the pantry. Infiltrating my son’s bedroom. They are even finding their way into the master bathroom. We’ve been invaded!

      I am forced to employ a strategy of direct contact to beat back this might invasion force. They are incessant in their attack, finding gaps in the perimeter, and making their way into places they are not invited. I hate ants!

      True to the rules of engagement, I am now forced to employ a solution to this invasion.

      Using a standard 32 oz. spray bottle, I filled it with water, added 1 oz. of orange oil and a drop of dish soap. I love this stuff! Use this concoction to spray directly on the ants. Within seconds, the ants are dead. Their little bodies literally melt. It’s great fun to watch.

      In addition to direct contact, the ants won’t crawl through it. The problem is that the stuff evaporates pretty quickly, so it is useful as a temporary barrier only. BTW, orange oil spray will melt any critter with an exoskeleton, but is perfectly safe for pets and people.

      So yesterday, the boys and I, each armed with orange oil spray searched the house looking for ants. Walking from room to room, we beat back the invading armies, watching the foot soldiers fall in battle, beaten back by our biological weapons. But I fear, our victory is only temporary. Further strategies are needed to weaken the enemy further.

      Wednesday, April 15, 2009

      It’s War! Rules of Engagement

      We fired Terminix last month. Not because Terminix was ineffective (they were), but because we are trying to trim expenses in preparation for the collapse of the economy :-) . So that means I am in charge of pest control. Specifically, I am at war with the ants.

      This war has a few rules that I will obey:

      1. I will not use chemical pesticides that contain neurotoxins.
      2. All tools of war will be limited to things I can buy at the organic landscape supply store or that I can personally consume with no ill effect.
      3. I will only use “smart bombs” to specifically target the bad bugs (i.e. ants, roaches, aphids, fleas and ticks).

      The tools I will employ include, but are not limited to:

      • soap
      • vinegar
      • orange oil
      • boric acid
      • spinosad (a byproduct of rum-making)
      • diatamaceous earth

      Let the battle begin!

      Tuesday, April 14, 2009

      An Easter Haiku

      What's this arrogance?
      That I observe what people do,
      but cannot engage.

      Thursday, April 9, 2009

      Exercise: A Poem

      I'm off to the gym
      to ride a bike to nowhere
      that leaves me behind.