Stay away and the rodents play…
It started with firing up the old Jeep on the first day in Baja after a 4 month leave. Upon opening the glove box to discover a fluffy nest, opened ketchup packages and shredded napkins a loud grinding sound belched out from the air conditioner – a glutenous meal had by the fan.
An eerie silence followed… dead fan equals dead rodent.
The poor mouse – once fat and happy – belly full of ketchup – slipped to an untimely death. Good news though – maggots were fat and happy. Fan now working.
We use Vonage (internet connected telephone) when we are in Baja – it allows unlimited phone calls to the USA for a low monthly price. Calls since arriving were sketchy at best.”I can’t hear you.” “Are you moving around?” “I only hear every 3rd word.”
I picked up our local phone to call the internet provider for assistance and the phone line was dead.
The Telmex service man checked the box at the street and found the telephone line had been completely sliced in half and the internet line was dangling – fluffy nest in the corner of the utility box. No ketchup packages. No nada.
Victory for the local phone – internet still sketchy.
We headed South to the quaint pueblo of Cabo Pulmo, host to the biggest protected coral reef in Baja, to go diving. We gathered up all of our gear – BCDs, regulators, dive computers,snorkels, masks, fins and wetsuits.
A struggle of sorts always ensues when getting into these tight thick neoprene skins – the tighter the warmer.
Creature of habit – I started with my right foot – unbeknownst to me the bottom of the leg was turned inside – a lazy “put away” job from the last dive. White knuckled and red in the face I pushed my foot firmly into the leg of my wetsuit. After a few moments of struggling my foot shot out of the leg surrounded by….. all at once…..a mouse nest.
Panic ensued followed by giggles.
Would you like them in a house?
Would you like them with a mouse?
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
Our home is in a residential neighborhood.
Much like the burros from Photo of the Day 164 and 126 – these cows wander up and down the arroyos, beach and streets in search of food and water.
Our neighbors have a large bucket in front of their house for the very purpose of watering these feral beasts. A beacon…
Today the alpha cow dominated the water – ramming her horns into the sides of the meek and weary.
The burros are demanding – they eeyore, kick the bucket and stare in the direction of the front door when the water is gone – damning those responsible for it being empty.
We never tire of it. It’s quite comical to witness their personalities – comical until they leave – leaving a trail of meadow muffins…
Baja Sur, Mexico.
These feral burros roam the area around our house either traveling as a pair or in a pack of 5. Mom’s pregnant again.