I hung my pig in the garden. If that sentence doesn’t make any sense, you need to go the archive (I am not doing it for you) and look for pictures from the San Francisco Garden show I attended in March. I moved my potted fig from the corner by the fence because a demented pregnant raccoon (yes, another knocked-up animal) keeps using it to enter the yard after climbing over the fence. She’ll still come in but she won’t be killing my fig.
That raccoon is irritating me to no end. She scared the hell out of the kittens late one night (I put this all together from clues left behind) and they disappeared for two days, finally showing up when their mother convinced them she can no longer be their sole provider of meals. Once they did show up, they were as nervous about me being around as when she first started bringing them.
I think that raccoon has undone any progress I made with them. The skunks are creepy and not at all scared of me, the possums make a mess since they get so nervous they are always tripping over water bowls and potted plants, but right now, raccoons are those who bug me the most.
Anyway. I put the fig in the corner by the kitchen window and attached a section of an old ladder I have to serve as a trellis. Then I wired my pig to the ladder so he looks like he is airborne (more or less). Don’t ask me how I did it (if I knew, I wouldn’t have), but this morning I reached behind the pot to turn off the hose and when I straightened back up I caught one of the pig’s metal ears right across the bridge of my nose.
I have a one-inch slice across my face and a flying pig did it.
Interestingly, when I signed on a minute ago, there was a picture of Perez Hilton staring at me on the “news-feed” of my browser, and I find that far more distasteful than my scarred nose.
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Laurilyn // Monday, June 22, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I was wondering about the meaning of your update, and once again, I just had to check in over here. Ouch!
I just bought a fig that is supposed to do well in a pot, but we just had the second of two really heavy downpours with swirling winds, and all of the leaves but one fell off. Bummer.
apremerson // Monday, June 22, 2009 at 5:09 pm
I changed the bandaid and it is already starting to close up, so while it stings a bit (and glasses have to be worn down on the nose, scholar-style), it should heal fast.
Sorry to hear about your fig. Mine is just a creeping type since I don’t get enough sun for a fruiting variety, but it was getting new growth so I want to protect it from big momma.
flurrious // Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 6:10 am
I think you must have been a cad in a previous life, leaving many pregnant and abandoned women in your wake. I suppose you could have been a tomcat, but karma generally is not that literal.
apremerson // Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 6:36 am
Funny you should say that- I have been meaning to ask Nellie (the woman behind the reincarnation site located in my links) if animals can return as people, and vice versa.
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