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.