We see a little haziness on occasion from it up here near Boston, but...that’s it.
Doesn’t bother me at all.
I don’t watch television at all. My wife does, and now it isn’t the fires in Canada that have her concerned, it is the malaria-ridden mosquitoes invading our country now.
She was wondering what kind of animal has been eating her garden, since the squirrels don’t mess with it, and we got rid of all the groundhogs.
I looked out and saw what appeared to be the head of a squirrel poking out of some plants, but it came into view, and...
It was a giant rat. It’s body was the size of a squirrel body, but the tail...it was a rat. Not a squirrel that lost the fir on its tail.
I shouldn’t have told her what it was. Now she is really skeeved out by it. She visibly shuddered when I told her, and said, “I hear they can come up through the toilet”, “Could one climb in the windows?”, and “I am afraid to go outside now”.
I did feel bad. I shouldn’t have told her. She worries about things. Me? I just got my pellet gun down in preparation for another sighting.
Too much television is bad for people. She watches a lot.
There are a lot of large cats at the shelter that would probably see your yard with a small doghouse for them as a large improvement in their fortune.