Interesting

How's this for turning conventional wisdom on its head? An acting job for which having incredibly disgusting teeth is a plus. Such are the joys of playing a Cro-Magnon.

Ohhhh . . . there's a big, yucky bug crawling around next to me. I have no idea what it is, but I've just found that it can fly. Gross. Since the boys didn't close the sliding glass door, a whole bunch of bugs have found their way into the house through the holes in the screen. No one in this house believes me when I say that all the downstairs windows should be closed at night because even the screens in good condition don't keep out the gnats. And gnats, like all bugs, love to fly toward the light.

Zoe is scared now since thunder has started rumbling in the distance. Our dogs are living on edge these days as on Tuesday, they got their first taste of invisible fencing shock. Oscar cried and Zoe jumped "like a jackrabbit!" and now neither dog is quite so fond of the outdoors. Zoe's been shocked several times since Tuesday because of her tendency to rush down the lawn to bark at passersby, and she's become leery of leaving the safety of the minivan shade. Oscar's mental boundary gets closer and closer to the house every day -- if you toss a ball for him to fetch beyond his boundary but nowhere near the shock zone, he will fight tooth and nail to avoid having to go get it.

Of course, Oscar isn't too bright, so he likes to go out ever more frequently and simply stalk the five feet between the garden and the path to the driveway. Oh well, he makes up for in enthusiasm what he lacks in brains.