Monkeys on Motorbikes

 

Not really sure what my dream was about last night. I'm usually left with the last image and no storyline. In this case it was that my next door neighbor had a team of monkeys on motorcycles who were charged with doing the landscaping on his property. Being that we have a shared access gate which gets left open for his horses to wander over and graze, the monkeys would occasionally come over to my place as well. 

If you ever have the opportunity to let monkeys on motorcycles maintain your lawn, pass. These guys were nothing but trouble. Doing donuts, crashing into the woodpile, plowing into the fence and getting the motorcycle all stuck in the chain link--it was a real disaster. I wound up yelling at them and chasing them off. But I knew they'd be back before long.

It's kind of like my current backyard situation. I have a rather bad infestation of ground squirrels. They are making holes in the ground willy-nilly and pretty much making a mess of the place. 

I step out my back door and catch them eating the dog food, the guinea hen food and casually taking a moment to pose for pictures before I yell at them and send them scattering. Yelling at squirrels is about as effective of a control as putting up a picket fence to stop the tide. 

But I'm loath to kill them. They are creatures just like me, having little eyes and faces and intent on making a go of life in their world of nuts and oak trees. They can't help it that I've also decided to take up residence on the land that belonged to their ancestors before it was mine.

And I don't know how it figured into the dream of monkey motorcycle mayhem, but Richard Leon was raising Richard Aguilar's baby. I was about to ask him about it when I woke up.