Spring has brought warm temperatures and Tom and I have enjoyed sleeping with our bedroom windows cracked. While we have found the cool breeze most EXCELLENT to sleep in ….we have had to learn to cope with the “sounds” of the woods. Our yard backs up to the woods and a pond – so the sounds of nature are abundant. We have had coyotes come howling through the woods.
The pond is full of frisky frogs – who mate from sunset until around midnight….every night. The sound is deafening. It has actually wakened Bryce in the middle of the night. He stumbled in our room, rubbing his eyes, and said, “I don’t like those frogs”.
We have learned to ignore it and it has actually become like white noise to us. Last night was different.
Around 1 am - we woke up to SCREECHING cats. Have you ever heard cats mate? It isn't quiet and it ain’t pretty sounding.
I tried to ignore it and finally snapped. I stuck my face up to the window screen and yelled, “SHUUUUUT UUUUUUP!!!!!!”-------
Tom said, “That’s not going to stop them Sarah, they’re mating. They don’t care.”
I took that as a challenge and said, “I am going to shut them up once and for all!”
I stormed out of our room, into the kitchen pantry and grabbed a 5 pound bag of potatoes.
Tom quickly jumped out of bed to follow me. I threw open the door and went out on the deck, where the screeching continued. With that, I took the first potato and chucked it into the woods, towards the sound.
Tom giggled and said, “Give me one!”
The screeching immediately stopped. I am sure it put a damper on the “mood”. Nothing like “hooking up” and having potatoes hurled at you out of nowhere.
There we stood, under the moon, throwing potatoes into the darkness – laughing.
We climbed back into bed – chuckling at what idiot’s the neighbors must think we are. Their windows were open too, after all.
It’s times like these. This is what makes “the years”, magical.
So thankful for our backyard brothel.
I saw "backyard brothel" and HAD to click to read right away. Growing up, or neighbor was a single mother of 4 children. The oldest became a drug addict and finally just left for the military to straighten out, but his strung out girlfriend, Joanna, remained behind, living with the family, and the mother was too soft to throw her out. We found out about a year later, that Joanna and a few of her friends had been growing pot and running a brothel under the deck that surrounded their above ground swimming pool. We often joke in my family that her webside was probably called "what's under my deck.com"
ReplyDeleteCats in heat make the WORST noise. I'd rather breed cats than more joanna's. If only we'd thought to throw potatoes!