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Chloë Starts the New Year in a Fog

On the Capehart trail on a foggy afternoon.

After that Christmas week snow melted, it rained for many days in a row, saturating the ground all over Western Washington and even causing a landslide about a mile away in our neighborhood that destroyed a home and killed one of the two dogs inside. The other dog was found alive in the rubble several days later. Yikes! As my aunt Susie once opined when her brother Mike fell down a flight of stairs, “Glad it wasn’t me!”

Walking those mean streets,

Then the rain stopped and the sun came out, at least once in a while. We saw some nice sunsets. On most days, however, the moist earth and lack of wind created a thick blanket of fog that often hung above our little peninsula from morning until night and into the next morning. Of course, Heather, Mike and I would still get out for our afternoon walks anyway, even when on a few of those days it looked pretty spooky out there.

When the sun finally peeked through for a few hours, the ground warmed up enough that the first tiny snowdrops popped up in the front yard, and the sarcococca started to bloom with its sweet vanilla fragrance. Spring can’t come soon enough for me.


Chloë Changes Seasons

A foggy day on the Parade Ground.

One day it was summer and then, all of a sudden, fall was upon us. The afternoons grew shorter. The air felt crisper. The sweet smell of rotting leaves wafted from the forest floor. Then the south wind picked up. And sure enough, it started to rain, followed by a couple of days of pea-soup fog. Heather turned the heat on in the house.

I also knew it must be fall when my nose got covered by spider webs instead of those pesky geranium burrs. I just see lower webs in the tall grass when I’m chasing after a ball; the better action is usually a bit over my head, fortunately.

Hello, Spidey! Aunt Susie is looking for you!

But the way I really can tell it’s fall is when I notice a rise in rodent activity in the park and in our neighborhood, sometimes right around our house! Although I haven’t actually seen a mouse, vole, rat, rabbit, raccoon or squirrel in our yard in a while, I can smell them when I go outside in the morning, so I know they’re around. I’ve even seen Mike stuff poison pellets, chicken wire and steel wool down suspicious holes. It’s an annual chore.

Road kill.

I had not been able to nab anything myself, however, and it was starting to wear on me, another uncomfortable feeling to digest in these uncertain, unprecedented times. But my fortune turned instantly on an ordinary, once-around-the-block, 10 o’clock walk with Heather on Sunday morning, I saw it zip across the sidewalk, not three feet in front of me. Without hesitation, I lunged and caught it just before it hit the ground cover, my teeth piercing the rat’s flesh so swiftly and so strongly that it died instantly. I felt so powerful, like I was immune to the coronavirus! There was no need for me to pick it up and throttle it until its neck broke, like I practice every day at home with Lamby. Quite satisfied and proud of myself, as soon as Heather ordered me to “Drop It!” I complied, and I pranced home with a big grin on my face. I’d much rather have Mike return to the scene to document my deed where it happened than carry it home to him as a surprise gift. No way I was going to keep that disgusting, furry thing in my mouth that long.


Besides, hunting season isn’t over yet. That same morning, Heather and I saw the rotting carcass of another rat on the same stretch of sidewalk where I killed mine, so there must be a whole pack of them around, too many for Fred and the other neighborhood cats to keep up with, that’s for sure.

Now every time Heather and I walk down that block, I’m on high alert. Bring it on, rodents, bring it on.