Joel serves an eviction notice.

Sometime last spring, maybe, I scrounged an eight by eight metal roof off one of Former Neighbor J&H’s goat shelters, intending to raise it on poles over my workbench. Still think it was a good idea, problem is the thing was kind of heavy and I never figured out how I was going to do that alone.

Last June a dust devil came along, picked the whole thing up and whipped it into the scrub on the other side of the driveway.

Well it was still awfully heavy, plus now it was laying on the metal roofing so I didn’t have to worry about termites while I worked up the want-to. So I left it there. But now I need those corrugated sheets. So while it was still cool, after I’d walked LB/moved and emptied a bunch of sandbags/did some other yard work, I faced the question of what was living under it.

Oh, of course I knew something was living under it. Because:
A) duh, and…
B) I could see the den entrances.

So the only questions were does it bite and is it poisonous?

This is why the Gods decreed that there shall be Jeeps and tow straps.

I suspected it would only be packrats, but you never want to assume that. Then I saw a rat escaping from its violated home, and I knew we were cool.

Cozy, huh? I’d almost feel a little bad about this, but I don’t. Right now I’m not well disposed toward packrats.

Having dispensed with the danger factor, I could go ahead and turn it over…

And after second breakfast I’ll get busy taking out all those screws and breaking down the frame for firewood.