Yesterday morning I was making breakfast, as I always do for Leah and myself. The eggs were perfect, golden yellow in the frying pan. Scrambled lightly with some soy milk and some grated cheese. Yummy looking and tasting, they were a perfect picture of breakfast bliss. _SPURT_, went the ceiling, dropping some kind of fluid directly into my frying pan!
Aghast, I cursed the ceiling, which I now noticed had a drip coming from a vent above the stove in the kitchen. I was quite offended, to say the least! Dripping ceilings get the day off on the wrong foot.
Had I been posting about this yesterday you would have seen a much less measured tone than I can manage this morning.
Luckily, I called our landlord and he came yesterday evening to fix the toilet which was leaking. Yes, there was toilet water (pre-use) in the eggs yesterday. Luckily I was watching just as it happened, and it was localized enough that only half the eggs were ruined.
I had made enough for Leah’s breakfast, my breakfast, and Leah’s lunch — and now there was only enough for breakfast. Ugh! Actually, maybe I can muster up some anger now. _Feel the burn_.
I suppose that ended happily, more or less. Which is to say — I’m grateful that the whole ceiling did not cave in on me. There are worse things than ruined eggs.
Like weasels in the back yard!
I was working away here in the home office yesterday, 10am — 3 hours since the leak event — of course the ceiling was still dripping away. All told we collected about 8 ounces over the course of the day. _Drip. Drip. Drip._ I have a window that looks out on part of the backyard, and suddenly along the fence line I see a little creature running! He was about a foot long, reddish, with a racoon-like black mask! I yelled out loud *WEASEL!* — which I had no idea if it was — but it looked sort of like the creatures from _Who Framed Roger Rabbit_ who hung out with the Judge. Yeah, so most of my natural history education comes from animation, _what of it?_
I was still in my robe, having foregone a shower to that point on account of not wanting to use the upstairs plumbing and exacerbate the drips; but like the fellow in _Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas_ aka “Twas the ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…” I leapt to my feet and went outside, to do… what exactly? It’s not like I was going to attempt capture… but I was mostly thinking of Leah’s newly planted vegetables in the side yard.
He kept on running and disappeared into the ivy.
Later, I was on the phone with a friend and she said that based on my description, it was more likely a ferret. Ferrets are against the law to keep as pets in California, or so I’ve heard, and I’ve no idea if they are native to Simi Valley — but what I think I saw was a wayward, illegal, pet ferret running through the yard.
I have not seen him since then, or this morning. The new seedlings and plantings remain undisturbed as far as Leah and I can tell, but I’m on the alert for illegal mammals.
And that was just the first few hours of yesterday.
Truly, I never know what’s going to happen next.