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Wildlife. Whether inside your house, in the walls, or outside in the yard or the street....

I had a squirell in my attic, which is actually no attic, not even a crawl space, the house has an almost flat roof. It was a huge ordeal, listening to him running around above my head at night, wondering what he was gnawing on, how I would get him out. I had just moved in and when we pulled down the new, very cheap soffiting, there were big holes!! RRRRRRRR!!!! We put poison up there, which I hated to do, and patched the holes and sealed the squirell up in the attic! It was horrible, because I didn't know if was or wasn't in there and it turned out he was, and when I figured that out, I un=patched the hole, but he didn't come out, he came in--inside my house!!! He knocked stuff of the walls and totally freaked me out!! He was dying by that point, from the poison, and I called my dad to come get him for me and I was standing on the bench in the kitchen in my slip, panicking--I was screaming into the phone to my mom everytime he moved. I freaked out!! It was terrible!! So now the house is sealed up, and the place he came is sealed up...but when I hear them scampering across the roof, I get scared they will get back in!
In another house we lived in we had a pair of red rat snakes that lived on our patio, and in the laundry room that was off the patio--that was cool! I'm cool with anything non-venemous outside. But I can't live with creatures in my house, with the exception of the little lizards that run around everywhere around here. They get in the house and it's no big deal. I really have a thing about no creatures in here!
I think it's cool that you are co-existing with the mice. I admire that!

There is a lot of interesting animal life in this area. Armadillos have evidentally made it this far North. The possums should be glad that there is now somebody around who is dumber than they are, as I now see much more armadillo road kill than possum.
Deer are cool but a persistent problem. Every year I hear of at least one friend of a friend messing their car up really bad by hitting a deer.
A few years back my parents lived in a newer, suburban type development. The area was formerly woods and farmland, and one day I was driving through and saw a little red fox frolicing in a vacant lot. I thought that was really cool because I had never seen one in real life, but it was also sad because it was evident that the crazy suburbanites had invaded his home and he was just making due with the situation.
OK, one more story. A few years back in the town just a few miles away from us a teenaged girl was driving through the business strip and hit a black bear. When the news broke people seriously freaked out because we are not supposed to have bears around here. The MO Conservation Dept. seems to always want to put strange spins on stories like this, and they assured everyone that there was no reason to panic because the bear "was just passing through". Still wondering how they could determine that, did the bear have luggage or something?

That gave me the first laugh of the morning. Good morning, sir.
I have been known to walk out of my house and say, "good morning birds" to the birds that gather in the kiwi along the side of my yard. I have always been known to hustle quickly to my garage when I realize my neighbors are out and probably heard me greet the birds like some kind of hippie.
I saw two foxes once while running at about 5AM int he spring. They were standing between houses, watching me, staying very still. The rumor around town is that they, and most of the wildlife, stay hidden by the creek woods and the railroad tracks.
There are always coyote/wolf rumors around town, people "hearing" them at night, etc. too.
Those lizards are everywhere at my wife's mom's house in Florida, Leslie...they still kind of freak me out.

Tadpole already covered most of the Missouri animals so I'll jump right into the story about my hated nemesis, that thrice-damned woodpecker! Every morning during the spring and summer, a woodpecker lands on my roof, estimated arrival time 6 AM, and starts pecking away on the gutters and downspouts. Apparently, the noise of pecking on tin is a mating call and its loud enough to wake me up on my days off. I've thought about popping the screen out of the window and plugging him with a pellet gun but the angle looks too difficult.
To smooth things over with the people who think I'm horrible to contemplate dispatching that noisy woodpecker, here is a picture of a fox kit that used to live in a den near my house. Isn't he a cute little bastard?

This photo and more can be seen at The foxes

I used to work at this preschool that was part of a church, so it had a huge parking lot that bordered on this little patch of woods right in the middle of town. So one day, my sister picked me up at work and we took her car and went out to dinner and hung out all evening, and we went back to the parking lot to get my car, and we sat there talking for about an hour, trying to catch up before she went back home to Pittsburg and while we were talking, 5 or 6 foxes came out into the parking lot and were playing--it was about 2 am--and we watched them play and we talked and sat there for such a long time, just watching them play only feet away from us. That was an amazing experiecne.

I see deer and turkey almost every week about a half mile from my house, and we have coyotes that come in the neighborhood once in awhile. I had a groundhog under my deck this summer. We have rabbits and squirrels and raccoons. I have had a red tail hawk in the back yard twice within the last week. We used to have a fox that didn't live too far away, but I saw him hit by the side of the road. There are more, but I'm not thinking of them right now.

One day, I went to get the mail and saw a bunny lying by my mailbox. He was in good shape, only a gash, but dead. Still don't know what that was about, and why the coyotes didn't drag him off...



I've also seen black bears (several) where I live, also mountain lions, or bobcats rather.
I love seeing foxes.

One time we heard our neighbor just bellowing, swearing a blue streak, and we got really worried about domestic violence next door - until we realized he was yelling at a possum who had been eating the cat food on their porch. Whew!
Once a deer went through the yard, which was shocking because we live in the center of town very close to downtown.
Sweeter and I live in a lil' neighborhood sandwiched between a major thouroughfare, the railroad tracks, some open space, and a pretty downtrodden 70s development full of rental homes. Our neighborhood is a mix of original homeowners obsessed with mowing and shoveling, and classic WT - giant trucks, power washers, motorcross stickers, glass-pack mufflers, and car windows broken sometime in 2004 and "fixed" with plastic wrap and duct tape.
Thus, our neighborhood is full of dogs. Large, untrained, barking dogs. Three or four to a yard is the norm. When a fire engine goes by we know about it early.
There are also many, many cats. My cats do not go outside for this reason. The strays are mean and often fight for their territory. As of right now there are two I see often in our yard. One ballsy little grey f***er hangs about our back door, as though I'll feed him, antagonizing my cats and sometimes instigating through-the-glass fighting.
Another reason my cats won't go outside is the foxes. Perhaps because of the open space, perhaps because of the plentitude of outdoor felines, foxes love our area. I see a momma fox running around the street we take to get to ours. Usually she is out and about around dusk and dawn.
Squirrels, big fluffy brown ones who have lived in the ginormous cottonwood trees for generations. They use our roof as a thouroughfare between trees and fences, and we often hear them racing lickety-split across the roof. It is loud.
Birds, mean ol bluejays in the fall and robins and sparrows in the winter.
Tons of raccoons. Fat, lazy, brave raccoons who will eat your trash and spread it all about unless you devise a complex network of bricks, lumber, locking trashcan lids. Or just park the trash in the garage for a few weeks until they wander off to some other, lazier neighbor.
Thus, our neighborhood is full of dogs. Large, untrained, barking dogs. Three or four to a yard is the norm. When a fire engine goes by we know about it early.
There are also many, many cats. My cats do not go outside for this reason. The strays are mean and often fight for their territory. As of right now there are two I see often in our yard. One ballsy little grey f***er hangs about our back door, as though I'll feed him, antagonizing my cats and sometimes instigating through-the-glass fighting.
Another reason my cats won't go outside is the foxes. Perhaps because of the open space, perhaps because of the plentitude of outdoor felines, foxes love our area. I see a momma fox running around the street we take to get to ours. Usually she is out and about around dusk and dawn.
Squirrels, big fluffy brown ones who have lived in the ginormous cottonwood trees for generations. They use our roof as a thouroughfare between trees and fences, and we often hear them racing lickety-split across the roof. It is loud.
Birds, mean ol bluejays in the fall and robins and sparrows in the winter.
Tons of raccoons. Fat, lazy, brave raccoons who will eat your trash and spread it all about unless you devise a complex network of bricks, lumber, locking trashcan lids. Or just park the trash in the garage for a few weeks until they wander off to some other, lazier neighbor.


That is funny, Leslie.
A big, black cat adopted my family in a similar fashion while I was away at CU. He weighed about 30 lbs and had these huge claws. He was always sleeping on the front porch, waiting for my mom (the softie) to bring him some tuna.
About 7 years later, when Midnight was determined to be the biggest black baby in town we bought him a studded leather collar to wear. He looked downright mean. People who hate cats who came to our house would cower. It was awesome.
Midnight is now about 17 years old and losing weight fast. It makes me sad, but at least he found the most cat loving family in the neighborhood way back then. The family he left for us said he was an "outdoor cat" and left him in the yard with a big ol' canine ... I'd run away too.
A big, black cat adopted my family in a similar fashion while I was away at CU. He weighed about 30 lbs and had these huge claws. He was always sleeping on the front porch, waiting for my mom (the softie) to bring him some tuna.
About 7 years later, when Midnight was determined to be the biggest black baby in town we bought him a studded leather collar to wear. He looked downright mean. People who hate cats who came to our house would cower. It was awesome.
Midnight is now about 17 years old and losing weight fast. It makes me sad, but at least he found the most cat loving family in the neighborhood way back then. The family he left for us said he was an "outdoor cat" and left him in the yard with a big ol' canine ... I'd run away too.


I'm pretty much ok with what nature does--as long as it's not too big, outside, but when nature accidently wanders inside, that's a different story entirely! Lizards are fine. Anything else, and it's an all out campaign to evict immedietly!
Lollers Leslie. I would not be fine with lizards. I'm trying to imagine a parallel universe in which I might be fine with lizards...nope. Can't do it.
Lizards are great, but I don't want them crawling around in my house. Same with most animals smaller than my head.

The lizards are little, don't make any sounds except any rustling sounds they might make as they run around, they eat bugs, they don't seem to leave poop anywhere and just seem completlely benign and no big deal at all. I don't know how that happens, maybe they put something in Florida water, I don't know. I don't like having them come in for just one reason, they usually die of thirst and you find these dessicated lizard corpses when you sweep the floor. That's why I leave out water.
But, yeah, I know exactly what you mean, Sally. They also never bite and never do anything but run away from people. And they'll probably be the closest thing I'll ever have to a pet!

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They are my favorites! I could sit and watch them for hours. They make me smile!

I like it when the males do this:

I just remembered the lizards in Kauai. When I first spotted one up in our hut in Hanalei I freaked out and made a big deal of carrying it out spider-style with a book and a glass.
By week two down in Poipu I was mellowed, and in the evenings the lizard who apparently shared our condo would come out and dart across the wall behind the tv. Neither of us would move, and we did come to regard him as a pet.
Hm, I guess I found my parallel universe after all. :)
I'm so jealous of you living in Florida, Leslie. The warmth sounds so nice right now.
By week two down in Poipu I was mellowed, and in the evenings the lizard who apparently shared our condo would come out and dart across the wall behind the tv. Neither of us would move, and we did come to regard him as a pet.
Hm, I guess I found my parallel universe after all. :)
I'm so jealous of you living in Florida, Leslie. The warmth sounds so nice right now.

And once I saw the silhouette of what I thought was the world's biggest rat -- the size of a large housecat -- on our fence, until I realized it was an oppossum.

I like it here, the weather, and especially the arts community, Sarasota is fantastic, lots of reasons.
The first time I saw a possum scurrying across a parking lot, it was at a college and I thought it was a baby pig who had escaped the lab and it's fate of being dissected. The guy I was with thought I was really weird!





I wouldn't want anything bigger than mice, though...and luckily we've never had squirrels or the like in the attic...not that I know of, anyway...
We also have bats that live under out cedar, way up, for part of the summer...that freaked me out at first but doesn't bother me now...you almost forget they're there...and the kids know not to touch one if a bat ever gets hurt, etc...
On Friday morning I was headed to basketball at 5AM in the frigid temps...I drove through our small, deserted downtown...and five deer crossed about a block in front of me...it was cool and magical...
What about you? What wildlife lives around you or, well, with you in your immediate area? How do you coexist? What are the pros and cons?