Can a City Girl like myself really survive the Midwest? Join me in as I chronicle my move from Chicago to Lake Orion, Michigan highlighting the best of what the Great Lakes Region has to offer.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Wild Animals


It's been awhile since my last post, but I have a good reason as to why I've been missing in action. My fingers were literally sore from painting our house in Michigan that I couldn't even type. I swear! Every part of my body has been sore, who knew that painting was such a work out? One day, I'm definitely going to do a series of workout DVD's called House Painting with Candy, because let me tell you, I feel a lot more toner as a result of it! Arms, thighs, even my fingers feel slimmer.

Working on the house has helped us get a better idea of our new life. Lots of space to move around in, but also lots of space to keep in order. Not only indoors, but outdoors as well. And with the outdoors, comes wild life. Ok, maybe wild life is an overstatement. But for a city girl like me, the only wild life I may see on a daily basis is a squirrel or two. However, it's an entirely different landscape in Clarkston, MI.


Two baby deer have been coming by and visiting our backyard. They nibble on the trees and foliage, but the minute they see us, they dart back into the woods. It's kind of odd to have Bambi only a few feet away from our home, but it's also pretty neat. We're already planning to feed them regularly and put out a salt lick. A salt lick is something totally foreign to me, but apparently deers love salt and they sell these large blocks of salt that you can put out for them to lick. It's basically like a goodie bar for them to snack on. We're also going to put out "No Hunting" signs on the property to prevent anyone from shooting them. I'm not a fan of hunting, so I feel good for being able to create a small safe haven for these peaceful creatures to roam in.

It's one thing for the wild life to be outdoors and quite another when they come encroaching in our home. Filthy, evil, good for nothing, vicious toads have decided to set up shop in our basement. You might think I've overreacting, but toads are gross. They're slimy, cold, and can unpredictably jump at you. Add the fact that they are living in the creepy, dark, damp basement? No, thanks.

So I guess my new home will be like an episode of National Geographic, but in the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my last days in the city this weekend with the sights and sounds of Lollapalooza where the only animals will be the Arctic Monkeys, The Mountain Goats and Noah & The Whale.