hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Better than Snakes?
Posted 09-25-2016 at 08:56 AM by hunterseat
I was humming along, sorting through winter clothes in the basement when I heard the family cat talking. The tone of voice was one I hadn't heard since his lizard-hunting days in Hawaii. When I located him he was behind a box looking up. (that's never good) I looked up, too. A snake was hanging down the wall and backing away from the verbal threats assaulting him from below.
That's the one and only time I saw that snake. It wasn't a poisonous snake but...does that matter to real snake haters? I'm not a snake hater but I do live with one. I think it's fear more than hate. Still, it was an excuse not to go in the basement.
Never fear. I knew exactly what to do. Do you? I bought a couple boxes of moth balls. Please read to the end before declaring moth balls the solution to snakes. Well, it works and I learned about it from my country friends, but we didn't have basements in the Mississippi Delta area. The rule was you scattered the mothballs under your porch/deck and around the outside perimeter of your house (or trailer, whatever).
Armed with one box of tiny mothballs, I moved the ladder along the basement wall, shoving the bright white and very stinky orbs under the insulation around the top of the basement wall. By the time I was finished I had to escape the smell. Unfortunately it had permeated the entire house.
You would think the ungrateful snake-hater could have tolerated a little mothball smell without non-stop complaining. But NooOoo.
So all the windows were open and candles were burning and I read about ways to kill mothball smell. Step one. Turn off the air conditioning. Check. The nights are in the 50's now and I'm freezing. Two. Remove all the mothballs.
Noooo! ugh okay what else? Cut an orange? Spritz with apple cider vinegar? *sigh*
We made it through the night. I'm quite sure there are no more critters of any kind in the basement. I doubt the wild turkeys and deer will be coming near our yard for a while either.
I got up, cut up oranges into a pot with cloves, cinnamon, lemon juice, apple juice. Setting that to simmer, I descended into the snake pit. Oh my goodness I had placed a lot of those little moth balls!! But I got MOST of them. Some fell into the cinderblock holes. Oops. Still, by the time I was finished there was a noticeable difference upstairs.
The bad news is, I lobbed quite a few in the crawlspace under the living room. I'll get to that later.
So I ask you, is the smell better than snakes? Apparently not.
That's the one and only time I saw that snake. It wasn't a poisonous snake but...does that matter to real snake haters? I'm not a snake hater but I do live with one. I think it's fear more than hate. Still, it was an excuse not to go in the basement.
Never fear. I knew exactly what to do. Do you? I bought a couple boxes of moth balls. Please read to the end before declaring moth balls the solution to snakes. Well, it works and I learned about it from my country friends, but we didn't have basements in the Mississippi Delta area. The rule was you scattered the mothballs under your porch/deck and around the outside perimeter of your house (or trailer, whatever).
Armed with one box of tiny mothballs, I moved the ladder along the basement wall, shoving the bright white and very stinky orbs under the insulation around the top of the basement wall. By the time I was finished I had to escape the smell. Unfortunately it had permeated the entire house.
You would think the ungrateful snake-hater could have tolerated a little mothball smell without non-stop complaining. But NooOoo.
So all the windows were open and candles were burning and I read about ways to kill mothball smell. Step one. Turn off the air conditioning. Check. The nights are in the 50's now and I'm freezing. Two. Remove all the mothballs.
Noooo! ugh okay what else? Cut an orange? Spritz with apple cider vinegar? *sigh*We made it through the night. I'm quite sure there are no more critters of any kind in the basement. I doubt the wild turkeys and deer will be coming near our yard for a while either.
I got up, cut up oranges into a pot with cloves, cinnamon, lemon juice, apple juice. Setting that to simmer, I descended into the snake pit. Oh my goodness I had placed a lot of those little moth balls!! But I got MOST of them. Some fell into the cinderblock holes. Oops. Still, by the time I was finished there was a noticeable difference upstairs.
The bad news is, I lobbed quite a few in the crawlspace under the living room. I'll get to that later.
So I ask you, is the smell better than snakes? Apparently not.
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