Panting Like Lizards

Reader Contribution by Sue Dick
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As I write this, I’ve got 2 fans going. One is halfway up the basement stairs and the other is at the top, angled to hopefully catch and blessedly distribute the cool basement air. Our basement is purely functional; lots of canning shelves and storage, otherwise I’d be living down there already. I’m sorely tempted anyway. The only reason I’m not, it pains me to say, is that I really, really don’t care for spiders and the basement, like any other, has it’s fair share. I’m totally a ‘live and let live’ kind of girl if they’re outside. Yes, I know how great they are, eating insects that plague us, but the fact is they always surprise me, appearing suddenly where there wasn’t one a mere moment before, and I just can’t handle that. That and their bristly legs, bodies, multiple eyes, venomous pincers, etc. Y’know.

Anyway, the heat. It’s 38C here, apparently 100F, using an online temp. converter. The first one I used told me it was 37F. Umm, I know that’s not right. I feel so bad in weather like this for all my furry and feathered animals. Apart from all the extra water I make sure they have, there’s not much else I can do for them.

The pigs enjoy the wallow I top up daily with water (they supply the rest of the questionable wallow material, but seem to enjoy it anyway), coating themselves in befouled mud and wearing the smile that Nature gave them, whether they’re happy or not. In this case, I think they are as we all know how to finish the saying “Happier than a pig in …”.

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