By giving myself a slight bloggy break over the past few weeks, I have managed to accomplish a lot of…absolutely nothing in the way of home improvement. We’ve chosen instead to do all of the following:
- lots of family stuff
- get a new job for next school year (me)
- join the rest of the world in its love affair with Downton Abbey
- pet the cats
- open the pool
- hire a pool boy.
This particular pool boy came with his own pool girl.
Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Mallard have chosen our now-open pool as their private waterfront residence. It’s like the Hamptons, for ducks.
They apparently didn’t get the memo that there is a lake approximately 150 feet away.
This is, of course, an improvement over the black lagoon that we dealt with last year.
But, nonetheless, Rick would like them to stop pooping on the rim around the pool. Gingerbread would like to eat them. I would like them to have babies, and have told them so.
So far, they aren’t complying with any of our wishes.
Have you ever had any unexpected animal guests? Any pool stories to share? Who wants to help me name the ducklings?