Life Comes at You Fast

Flying Chicken

Yesterday, we picked up the rent-a-car and today, we took the RAV4 into Toyota for the great repair. This should take just a few days. So, that by Friday, we should be able to put this whole squirrel situation behind us. Except, the squirrel is still out there, somewhere. Squirrels live an average of two to six years, meaning that this pest could very well strike again. I bought a pellet gun, but now I am reluctant to use it. I am as likely to hit something that I should not, then to get the squirrel. Plus, these days do I really want my neighbors seeing me walking around carrying a gun? I have peppermint oil, both in spray form and in little ventilated tins. I have been using both to treat the car’s engine compartment. I also have mothballs, but the peppermint is much less offensive, at least to my nose. And I also have a rat trap, but baiting this trap to lure the rodent in, seems contradictory to my whole squirrel repellent strategy.

File this next item under keeping up with the Jones. The couch that we ordered a couple of months ago will be delivered this Saturday. On Thursday, the delivery countdown kicks into high gear when we will be given a four-hour delivery window. Then on Friday, that window will be narrowed to two-hours. Finally, on Saturday we will have an app that will allow us to track in real-time the delivery. Before it arrives, we will move our old blue couch out of the way and then clean underneath it. Next week, we will gift Joanie the blue couch. 

Hop Rod

Hop Rod

File this post under too dangerous to play with toys—Back in the sixties we had the likes of Lawn Darts (puncture wounds) and the Water Wiggle (strangulation). Both these toys that were once sold to kids but are now deemed too dangerous to sell anymore. Topping this category of too unsafe for play though is the Hop Rod, a motorized pogo stick. See its commercial below. At the Easter car show yesterday, there amid all of the hot rods there was one these on display. It was amazingly well preserved for a sixty-year-old toy. Probably because its original owner tried it once and then thought better of it, only to leave it to languish in the garage ever since. We met the current owner, son of the original one. His father on his eightieth birthday tried the Hop Rod once. His son will be eighty next year and I suggested to him that then he could demonstrate it. His loving wife was sitting nearby and was emphatically nodding her head yes. I guess that his insurance is paid. The Hop Rod has a single cylinder two-stroke piston. Jumping down on the device, causes the air-gas mixture to compress, where a battery powered sparkplug ignites it, to cause the rider to leap back up again. The Hop Rod fires with each bounce. Most new users do report injuries.