Dillo wars, keeping promises

So when I was in the middle of flood insurance fiasco, communicating with a rep from Firserv-Lereta, I told him that if he managed to get the flood insurance requirement dropped I would be happy to send him a case of beer.  I was somewhat surprised when he actually seemed interested in my offer.

Well he got my flood insurance requirement dropped so I had to follow through on my end.  I bought three 6 packs of made in Florida beer and will be shipping them out to him today.  Did I mention how ridiculous UPS ground rates are at this point? Holy shit….

So my neighbors dropped off their two live trap cages to assist me in capturing the armadillo(s) that are turning our yards into a crater filled mess.   After backfilling the latest series of tunnels the bastard dug out I went about setting up the cages.  It took me a little while to figure out how to set each trap, each one was different.

I didn’t have any rancid meat, fruit or sardines handy so I baited the traps with slightly soggy celery, hoping I might get lucky.

So this morning I checked the traps and saw no wildlife inside them, both traps were still armed, meaning nothing even ventured inside.  However, like a big fat FU to me, the armadillo had dug a fresh hole about a foot from one of the traps.

That little shit.

So this week at the grocery store I plan to buy a pack of sardines and try baiting the traps with those instead since it seems armadillos have an appetite for anything disgusting.

This is shaping up to be a long and epic battle.  I will prevail however.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.  In the morning I have my routine dermatologist appointment, something necessary based on the five or six spots of basal cell skin cancer I have had removed in the last several years.

I don’t have any suspicious spots that I am aware of although I do have a weird thing that happens now and then.  I develop these little red spots one my back/chest that are sensitive.  When taking a shower if one of the water streams hits a spot it feels like I am getting poked with a needle.  Obviously this isn’t normal but like I said, these spots come and go.  I will mention it to the doc and see what he says.

Then tomorrow evening I am hosting the draft for our fantasy football league.  I will be rearranging the furniture, preparing food and playing the role of party host for the third or fourth year in a row.  Team owners don’t seem to mind the long drive out to my place because of the accommodations and the tech I utilize, connecting remote owners via Skype and displaying them on my 73 incher.

The first year I went crazy in the food prep, preparing a ton of items, requiring a ton of work.  Each year I have been trying to trim back on my food commitment.  This year I will be just heating up a pan of spanikopita and buying some pizzas, relying on other owners to provide some food items.

I actually have a favorable draft position this year, getting the second pick.  The past two years I was either the last or second to last to pick.