Twice in the last few weeks, I found a brazen rodent jumping onto the deck – pitch black of night, but the bright porch light illuminated the scene. Neither time did I get a good enough look at said rodent to identify specifics. So we will call him “rodent” and leave it at that.
We have done ZERO in the backyard since May – no weed mowing, nothing. Tall grasses and weeds + creek proximity mean to me that we’ve got prime rodent real estate in the backyard right now. We are taking care of it by delegating – a gardener dude is coming tomorrow to whack the whole yard down to nubs except for the few small ornamental trees. Black plastic will be laid (by us) after the destruction to prohibit new growth and give us time to reflect on the backyard’s future life.
In the meantime, I’ve got some routing to do, some sawing to do, some closet building to do – none of which is being done because I refuse to go on the deck without a weapon. This is also hampering my interest in using the grill to cook burgers in the evening.
I’m envisioning a pristine backyard with no hidey-holes for critters to scamper and then I’ll feel comfortable down at ground level. Only then will I return to my kitchen punch list.