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November 20, 2012

Boys are Noisy

There is a lot going on around Villa Cassandranita this morning. We are dealing with a severe infestation of small, loud boys and trucks and trains.

Will have a post up later today, but first we need to go outside to see if we can spy the Mad Squirrel who lives in our back yard.

Posted by Cassandra at November 20, 2012 09:39 AM

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When we lived in Las Cruces, our house was overrun with insects and spiders and other arachnids; even the occasional jack and bird got in (actually, the jack was brought in by MFWIC, but that's another tale). Bug spray and exterminators could control a proximate expansion of the infestation, but with no permanent result of use to us.

With regard to the insects and spiders, we made a conscious decision to let nature run and the ecology of our house stabilize. Within a couple of weeks, the spiders were no longer visible and the insects gone, except for ants. The spiders had hunted their game population to a low level, and the spider population had fallen to a commensurate level and generally stayed out of sight, being fundamentally shy creatures, anyway.

The ants I had to deal with by digging out their nests on the outside of the house's foundation. We did still get the occasional black widow and brown recluse, but those were easily dealt with on a case-by-case basis.

We also had one large, white centipede. I dropped a volume of the Britannica Encyclopedia on that bad boy, and it just crawled out from under. When I stomped it with my boot, I could feel the lump through my boot sole, and there was a loud crunch.

All in all, though, letting the predators do their trick solved the problem.

Eric Hines

Posted by: E Hines at November 20, 2012 10:17 AM

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at November 20, 2012 10:31 AM

"Boys are noisy?" Ok, I understand that young boys can be a trifle rambunctious at play, and even explosive when the situation warrants. But at least they grow out of it after college - or maybe middle age - or maybe never -but that's not my point. When "boys" get loud, what's the first thing you hear? "OUTSIDE!!!" And outside boys go to play/wrestle/fight. Girls, on the other hand, never get sent outside. Sure, little girls are all sweetness and light, quietly combing the manes of their My Little Pony's while discussing the number of carats in the engagement ring that their Prince is going to present them one day. Bu then, as they grow, they start talking, and talking, and talking some more. Pretty soon, they're teenagers and from then on they never stop talking again! Then what happens? Why, the "noisy boys" no longer have to be sent "outside," rather they flee outside to get away from the incessant high-pitched girl-babble!

Personally, I think that this is actually an insidious plot concocted by women to rid their homes of men and boys except in times of emergency plumbing disasters or spider invasions. Oddly, however, men seem to like this arrangement. Outside is cool. It's quiet. And, if you like, you can even spit.

Posted by: spd rdr at November 20, 2012 10:34 AM

""OUTSIDE!!!"

Hmmm. That's what Walkin' Boss says when I start comparing minutes usage on our cell phone bill...

"we need to go outside to see if we can spy the Mad Squirrel who lives in our back yard."
Excellent. A boy and his squirrel.

Posted by: bthun at November 20, 2012 11:33 AM

Girls, on the other hand, never get sent outside. Sure, little girls are all sweetness and light, quietly combing the manes of their My Little Pony's while discussing the number of carats in the engagement ring that their Prince is going to present them one day. Bu then, as they grow, they start talking, and talking, and talking some more. Pretty soon, they're teenagers and from then on they never stop talking again! Then what happens? Why, the "noisy boys" no longer have to be sent "outside," rather they flee outside to get away from the incessant high-pitched girl-babble!

I must have been a really weird kid :p

I never got into most of the girly-toys. I had a Betsy-wetsy, but other than that I mostly played outside, rode my bike, hung upside down by my knees, climbed trees and jumped off them, etc.

One of my Mom's favorite stories involves the time I let the parking break off the station wagon just enough so it rolled halfway out of the garage, climbed on top of the car roof and from there to the roof of our house.

She came home from the grocery store to see the blog princess disappearing over the roof line, several neighborhood kids in tow.

What girls do that drives me just plain nuts is *squeal*. I babysit girls for 3 years and I never got used to it.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 20, 2012 11:33 AM

"We are dealing with a severe infestation of small, loud boys and trucks and trains."

I trust the Nerf guns are strategically located for ambush opportunities....

"I must have been a really weird kid :p"

Well, you know what they say about horses trying to change their striped pajama's.
*shuckin' and duckin' the flying Nerf dart*
Heh....missed.

"...as they grow, they start talking, and talking, and talking some more."

spd,
MH got his first real taste of that many moons ago whilst driving into town one afternoon. After a full 15 minutes of non-stop (and seemingly in one breath) nattering, his sideways glance of incredulity was met with, "Welcome to my world, Dear."
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Posted by: DL Sly at November 20, 2012 11:58 AM

Oh, they found the Nerf guns at about 7 am :p

Posted by: Cass at November 20, 2012 12:15 PM

I trust the Nerf guns are strategically located for ambush opportunities....

Nerf!? When I was in high school, we loaded our squirt guns with ammonia. Learned, also, that ammonia dissolves the guns' plastic tubing. And bleaches shirt fabric.

Now my grandson is starting to get old enough learn some home chemistry....

Eric Hines

Posted by: E Hines at November 20, 2012 12:54 PM

" When I was in high school, we loaded our squirt guns with ammonia."

Pshah!
I would never waste a perfectly good alcohol delivery system in such a manner.
Now having the alcohol ignite as it goes through the bonfire flames and trail upstream to melt the tip of the gun.....well, that's another story.
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Posted by: DL Sly at November 20, 2012 01:04 PM

"...as they grow, they start talking, and talking, and talking some more."

A certain boy I know had a visit from a young lady the other day. His usual play friends are other boys of about ten or so. They are tremendously noisy: it seems the only game they know is War, which is played at top volume except for brief scouting missions and ambuscades.

The girl, in her defense, immediately picked up a toy sword and took after him with it. (She lost interest when she discovered he knew how to use a sword.) I don't think she stopped talking, though, for a single minute of the several hours she was here.

She wasn't as noisy, because this cut down on the space for explosion noises and machine-gun sounds. But it was amazingly constant.

Posted by: Grim at November 20, 2012 01:13 PM

I would never waste a perfectly good alcohol delivery system in such a manner.

We didn't drink, and we didn't chew,
And we didn't run with the girls that do.

Oh, wait....

Now having the alcohol ignite as it goes through the bonfire flames and trail upstream to melt the tip of the gun....

We also didn't waste perfectly good alcohol on such cheesy tricks. We brewed our own gunpowder (black powder initially, but we didn't stop there), made our own mortars, and learned to use fusing so that we could get air bursts at reliably repeatable altitudes of choice.

Eric Hines

Posted by: E Hines at November 20, 2012 01:22 PM

Cheesy trick, hell! You try walking in deep, soft sand around a four hour bonfire -- drunk or not it's a test of balance and skill to avoid the fire -- especially when one factors in the effects of consuming three Super Soakers of Southern Comfort. It was pure, alcohol-driven laziness that caused the loss of two of our three delivery systems.
Cheesy trick.
pheh
Damn good aim to even get a mouthful, says I.
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Posted by: DL Sly at November 20, 2012 01:50 PM

"three Super Soakers of Southern Comfort"!!!!11!!!!
Sheesh...
Me Irish uncle woulda whupped me good for risking the transfer and possible spillage of fine whuskey from a perfectly good bottle to any intermediary device. Anyone that is, other than pouring it straight across me tongue and on to me gullet.

Then me mum and pop, RIP, woulda whupped me fer following me wayward uncle.

Needless to say, there was much whuppin' that took place about the clan, and with so many free-range boys on the loose, it was usually a noisy whuppin to boot.

Posted by: bthun at November 20, 2012 03:14 PM

Southern Comfort was not a fine whiskey. {:)>


Just wanted to get that in.


I had a bunch of 18, 19 and 20 year old "boys" in the house for a while this afternoon, then they all took off and ran 7 miles (they were all cross country teamates in High school).

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at November 20, 2012 10:37 PM

"Southern Comfort was not a fine whiskey. {:)>"
A good point which shoots my charitable allowance in the southern hemisphere.

I've not touched Southern Comfort since the early 1970's, mostly for that reason. So I'll sit corrected.

Posted by: bthun at November 20, 2012 11:27 PM

Cass? I don't mean to alarm you, but that photo is not of a boy. That's an insect. You might want to make sure you don't have an infestation of mind-controlling space faring insect overlords within your house. I've SEEN Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and yeah... they were plants, but no reason they can't be bugs!

Posted by: MikeD at November 21, 2012 08:52 AM

You just got your southern hemisphere shot and you're gonna sit on it?
Glutton for punishment are ya?

As to the quality of Southern Comfort, it's a far sight better than Colt 45, Mad Dog or Boone's Farm - which, to any small town, high school kid back then, were the general standards by which all other alcohol was judged. Well, that and whether or not you could actually get your hands on some.
When I wanted something good, I just went into my Pop's homemade wine stash. He was a true Jack-of-all-Trades, master of few -- fortunately, for me, winemaking was one of the *few*.
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Posted by: DL Sly at November 21, 2012 12:55 PM

When girls get fixated on Teen Idols, the squealing *never* stops. It is even worse now that we have the intarwebz and YouTube.

A case in point:
I Hate The Beatles.


When boys get fixated on Rock Groups (as opposed to Teen Idols) they get all moody and practice their guitars. Or songwriting.

*shudders*

Mantises are kewl, but make sure that it is a rogue one, instead of snacking on hidden delights such as ants, roaches, etc.

Posted by: Carolyn at November 21, 2012 06:40 PM

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