Tuesday, January 29
Clarence survives birthday extravaganza
For nearly a week I haven’t seen Clarence. Of course the worldwide celebration of my birthday kind of upset a lot of the wildlife around here what with all the fireworks and sonic-boom flybys of the Tom-friendly nations’ military forces on display. But it’s been quiet for a few days and I figured I’d see the little guy soon. Sure enough, as Karla took out the salad bowls from the cupboard, one of them contained—hooray!—Clarence!
He was still a bit shaken by the past week’s festivities and struggled to escape my grasp. I managed to put him in the kitchen window where he normally shows up, but forgot that since we last saw him we had placed a large ceramic frog, one of the many Clarence-related birthday gifts I had received, in the window in Clarence’s honor. Omigosh! He would have nothing to do with that monster! Imagine yourself standing next to a human figure that’s 40 feet tall; you can see what he was thinking. So I chased him down, grabbed him again and put him right on top of the new giant frog. He calmed down immediately, perhaps thinking that he now dominated this enormous beast.
A few nights ago it was warm outside and I had managed to capture several moths that were attracted to the porch light. I kept them in a large jar with the lid off so they could escape if necessary, and at least not suffocate. There were two moths left, one dead. I tossed them toward Clarence and he totally forgot about being manhandled by a great big human only seconds before and glommed onto a moth with a ferocity that sent chills up my spine.
Tonight I’m going to sleep with a gun under my pillow, if I can find one. Okay, a knife. Well, a pair of scissors. And I'm going to re-think this whole Clarence relationship.
If I can sleep, that is.