It was a beautiful morning yesterday at Garden Valley and when I stepped outside with my fresh cup of hot coffee to take in the acres of snow, light breezes, blue skies, etc, I noticed an unusual flurry of activity off at the neighbor's place. Some individual was attacking snow drifts with a broom. As I watched from afar this person walked back and forth in front of the long band of deep snow/ice that had been formed by the snow sliding off the roof of the neighbor's house. He was beating this winter formation with your basic Mark III corn broom. As I observed a bit longer, I finally recognized that this crazed person was no other than my good neighbor, Rob.
It has been quite the snowy winter in G.V., so I figured maybe my neighbor had a bad case of cabin fever and had decided to take direct action against the season. Thinking I might be able to calm him down, I approached my neighbor as he was in the depths of his glacier beating frenzy. He finally noticed my approach when I was about 20 yards away. About now I was wishing I had brought the straightjacket...we normally keep several around.
When he saw me he ceased his frenetic activity and simply stated, "Killing Flies." What? As I cautiously edged closer, my eyes started to resolve dozens of tiny fly bodies strewn over the drift. Seeing that I was on the verge of calling the cops (fat chance, the only authority in G.V. is the local game warden) he quickly explained to me that the previous week's warm (?) weather had caused some sort of "fly hatch" and that the little buggers fly to snow drifts that happen to be in the sunshine and then get stove-up due to the cold surface. Thus, they can't fly away at the approach of the broom of doom.
"Here," I said, "Let me try that," and my neighbor broke another broom out of the armory. He gave me the fully-automatic, Feinstein-feared, Assault Broom. I switched it over to Full Auto and attacked the flies.
Hmm....there was something to be said for this recreation. I can only imagine what our elderly, rather straight-laced Mormon neighbor thought as he watched two grown men flogging a snow bank with brooms.
posted by Spudgunner @ 7:18 AM
2 Comments:
The house in the snow looks pretty and the snow perfect! Such a shame that crazy people live in these houses blaming small insects for their madness. Seriously, I remember one evening when we were about 20 that Dave and a friend spent an entire evening killing flies seeing who could kill the most--dumb! but they thought it was entertaining.
Flogging the snowdrift, must be an I-D-Ho thing.
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