All the rain we're getting right now in Southern California reminds me of the last time we had measurable rain here a few weeks ago...
When the movers packed up our things, they also packed up a large, empty plastic garbage can that I intended to leave at our old house. Since I was already aware that the new place came with city-issued bins for trash, recycling and yard waste, I knew I wouldn't need it here. The garbage trucks around here have a mechanical arm that pick up the specific bin and dump it into the back of the truck. Even if I used that other garbage can from the old house, it wouldn't get emptied. Until I figure out what to do with it, it's just been sitting outside next to the other bins.
So, a few weeks ago, we had quite a bit of rain, and since I didn't have the lid on the old garbage can, the water accumulated inside. I learned from my mother-in-law who lives in Arizona that you can use the rain water to water the plants in the house and yard to help conserve. Here I think I'm doing something good for the environment...
(OK, here's the gross part - don't click on "read more" if you don't think you can handle it.)
I was about to use that water, but when I looked inside the garbage can, I saw a big furry something floating in it. UGH. It was something I really didn't think I could handle, so I was going to ask my brother to take care of it for me, but I just didn't have the heart to do that to him.
A couple evenings later when I built up the nerve, I dumped out the water, and out spilled the poor little squirrel that had fallen in and drowned. What are the odds, really, of a squirrel falling in there and drowning? Only in my trash can, of course.
I couldn't bring myself to do anything with it yet (one step at a time, right?), so I went easy on myself and decided to deal with it the next day after I gave some thought about how to dispose of the poor thing.
The next day while the kids were busy in the house, I sneaked outside to face the dead squirrel. Only when I looked at the spot where I left it, it wasn't there anymore! I'm guessing the cat that I've caught a few times in the yard took care of it for me. I suppose for now, I'll forgive the mangy cat for using our sandbox as its litter box.
That's one of the very few examples I've experienced of, "if you ignore it, it will go away." =)-