Tuesday, June 25, 2013

You Never Know

After I returned home from the few days long trip, there was a very conspicuous black lining in the garage sealing up an opening I had been concerned about for quite a while.  As you might can tell from this picture, the garage is unfinished, but that is another story for another day.  The point of the matter is, that for an undisclosed amount of time, I have been commenting on this wide gap between the wall and the floor, and how I sure did hope that no varmints of any kind ever came in that way.  Sorry I don't have a before picture of the gap, but it approached one inch in some areas, so it is sizable to say the very least. 
This whole garage thing is kind of a touchy subject, but I decide to approach the topic gently.  I say to the Mister, "Hey, why are there several strips of black electrical tape on that open gap in the garage?"  And he tells me that he just got worried, because he had seen so many snakes, bugs, etc., around, he just thought it needed to be sealed up.  (Remember I have been gone for several days, so I have no idea what may have transpired while I was gone.  But after asking and no activity -- then, with no prompting, it is sealed up -- you can imagine, I am a little apprehensive.)
Seriously, does that not look a little suspicious to you?  So I ask again, "Really, you didn't see maybe a mouse or something fishy in the basement, and you just aren't telling me?  Because you know I can handle it."  We have lived in one, okay two, places where we have found a snake in the house at sometime during our tenure there.  It just so happens that I am kind of tough like that, and I can move forward and not demand that we sell the house and relocate immediately.  I have been known to move the good snakes away from the house, and take care of the bad ones.  They don't bother me all that much.  Not saying I like them, just saying I can handle them.  But he continues to plead his case that nothing was found or seen in the house, he just wants to be sure nothing gets in during the time of year we have the garage doors open so much of the day.  My head starts overthinking, and I come up with many different scenarios.  He has been mowing, and he stirred up a den of rattlesnakes in or around the yard.  He saw a snake in the garage.  He saw a snake in the house.  He saw a mouse run into the big gap and hide.  Okay!  I stop myself.  Whatever the conditions were that made him put the tape on the gap, it doesn't matter.  It is a step in the right direction, which is finishing the garage.  He convinces me it was preventative, and I believe him.  He really didn't find anything in the house, he just saw some ugly bugs near the garage, and since he knows how I dislike bugs, he was taking precautionary measures.  See how sweet that was?  We are waiting on our favorite carpenter, or something like that.  As far as husbands go, I won the lottery.  I tell him what to do, and he does what he wants;  he rarely tells me what to do.  He is not the least bit bossy, and maybe I am.  Lucky girl.  Remind me to tell you about the time Mike got bit by a rattlesnake and was in the hospital for a week of days.