I noticed it first on my closet floor. A number of small brown balls. Now what?
I chase down palmetto bugs with my bug catcher, I corral and release little lizards from my home back to the lanai, and lately I step carefully when crossing the patio due to an abundance of baby frogs. My security camera goes off in the night when their mama is chasing down insects and deems it necessary to cross over the protective beam. But now something has deposited little brown, seed sized balls onto my closet floor.
If you know me, you know my closet is a sacred place. It houses my latest fashion conquests. My overabundant collection of designer purses and Oofos sandals, and my ample collection of necklaces and scarves all dwell within. That some varmint would trespass into my sanctum is untenable. I screeched for my husband to come and examine the probable feces left behind. What could it be?
After much concern and my unflappable husband’s examination, it was determined that my brown seed, hippy-style necklace had given up, and the string had simply severed. This caused the numerous brown beads to slide down the string and spill onto my closet floor. Huh? No exotic Florida inhabitant, no lizard, no rodent, no insect, no reptile had created the fuss, just an older brown beaded necklace. As my husband backed away from the mess chanting, “Another one bites the dust.” I failed to see the humor.
But I will rebound, as I sit re-stringing beads, here on my lanai.
