Tuesday, Wednesday
More moving and organizing. Plus, driving to Cortez where it's hotter, so I can "bake" items in the front seat to make sure I kill any bad bugs so they won't go with me to the new house.
Thursday
Drove to Durango to buy a bigger crate for Moki. Brought it home, cleaned it with bleach, and took it over to the new house . . . it never entered my old house!
Friday
Last night was my first night in the new house. Blissful! Perfectly blissful! Moki woke up in the middle of the night, realized he was in a different bed (new crate), and started crying. I comforted him, and he went back to sleep.
More moving, and decided not to have that garage sale just yet.
Saturday/Sunday
More moving. But, now every time I'm at the old house for more than a few minutes, I get the heebie jeebies, and have to come home, wash my clothes, and take a shower! I'll be so glad when I'm finished moving and don't have to go in that house anymore!
Tuesday - Moki and I went to Cadence this morning to help with therapeutic riding. This afternoon, I went to the old place to clean up a bit. I bought a pair of shorts (I'm not really a shorts person!) just so I wouldn't feel like things were crawling up my legs at the old house! I cleaned out my desk, and a couple small boxes, which is more than I expected to get done today. I have to bag up the stuff from the desk, and wash and extra dry some of the clothes, and I'm getting really close.
Thursday - Hopefully, this is one of my last days at the old house. It still gives me the heebie jeebies. I talked to Nanc from the back house today, asking if it is all right if Tig borrows her truck to take some of my stuff to the dump. She doesn't have the bug problem that I did. She told me about the bugs she gets . . . seasonally . . . and I didn't even get those! She has mice, though, and luckily, I never got those. I never got the garter snakes, either, that the previous tenant told me about.
BUT, today, after talking to Nanc, and after finishing cleaning the dog crate . . . I went to go into the house, and there, pretty as you please, is a fat garter snake marching his little butt into the house through the open door. Well, he wasn't exactly marching, and I couldn't really find his butt, but you get the idea! I tried to get him to turn around, and he wouldn't, and finally I got the fireplace tool, and used it as a snake stick to pick him up.
I held a cobra in India without a second thought (well, maybe one or two) and I won't pick up a mostly harmless garter snake. I say mostly, because the previous tenant's young son used to catch the garter snakes that came into the house. He told me that one of them bit him, so he named it Snappy. I was afraid today's "guest" might be Snappy! And I'm here to tell you that even if a snake isn't venomous, it still hurts when they bite you! Ask me how I know!
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