I just dug up about a million crinum lily bulbs!
And Badger helped.
Since the plumeria and graviola are a memory I figured ‘wot the hell, Archie?’ and undertook a full sweep. Zero fucks given.
The lilies are to be dug up and relocated where they aren’t so close together (Crinum hari-kari).
Those idiots behind me are probably regretting cutting my beautiful ivy down now… heh…
Lots still to do, obviously…
Roughly half my hopes for survival rested on this lovely front I’d named George.
And then he occluded.
We’re in the Fort Lauderdale area and have prepared as best we can… and are still working… but how do you really prepare for a Cat 4/5 storm?
Sure, we have brand new impact windows… but I’m worried about the old doors. I’m worried about the roof. I’m worried that the whole damn house will go. I saw it, after Andrew. It just took my roof and most of my stuff, but down in Homestead, entire communities were wiped from the face of the earth as though they’d never existed.
I know, just like Galveston. And every other place… And all I can see when I close my eyes is the Andrew devastation.
If you’re in this, know that I’m praying for you.
This is my master list so I’m dropping it here.
I captured (and subsequently released) a Luna moth caterpillar. Couldn’t help myself; it was huge. Easily the largest I’ve ever seen. And so close to his pupal stage.
He was the length of the mason jar.
His legs were nightmarish. Seriously. They have ‘faux legs’ that look harmless and then the things you see when he’s turned over, which grab leaves and… elongate.
Tell me that won’t give you bad dreams.