I got named to this post without campaigning for it. All of a sudden there were people asking me questions about nature.
Now, how would I know what kind of a snake you’ve got in your garden, or how to discourage armadillos from hanging out under your porch? Well, most children, I think, are interested in animals and such. I know I was–and I never grew out of it. I’m still learning.
So, yeah, I’ll field your nature questions if I can…
Just call me Mr. Nature.
It’s a well-deserved title. Now I must go, because a rogue gang of Mojave Rattlers has me pinned down in my recliner and that pesky Jaguar that lives down in the Santa Rita mountains has decided to have a snooze behind my chair so jumping off the back isn’t a good option. 🙂
You already know what kind of snakes they are, so you don’t need me.
Give my regards to El Jefe.
I keep a broom on the front porch, in case he decides to drop by for a visit. I figure that with a broom I can at least make it to my car unmolested. After that, he can face my Siamese and, I promise you, he will not prevail. 🙂
Jaguars can be driven off by reciting bad limericks. Try it sometime.
That explains the behavior of a certain neighbor. 🙂
Is this the beginning of the “Mr. Nature” posts?
Yes, it was the very first one.
Nice!