So, mothering a mutt being my only previous foray into parenting, and myself a cul-de-sac-raised girl, I wondered what it would be like to raise city kids. Then I realized they didn’t know any better. Until…Though we are technically still in “The City,” it sure doesn’t feel like it. I have seen more types of bugs and spiders than I can even count, many in my house. There are burrows all over the landscaped parts of the yard that I am pretending are inhabited by chipmunks Daniel almost hit a deer on his way to the airport early one morning. We have seen hummingbirds in our geraniums (that’s right; we have geraniums), and praying mantises (manti?) abound. We have wildlife here. And that’s great, except my kids have never encountered it before and aren’t quite sure what to do with it.
Unfortunately, that’s not the only wildlife we’ve encountered in the Village, or in our home. As Daniel and I sat watching a movie the other night, I saw a mouse scamper from under the fridge and across the kitchen floor. I saw Daniel pretend not to notice it until I mentioned it. When we moved in, we found a closet full of poison and strange electric devices that are supposed to repel rodents. Apparently, they do not. As my dad reminded me, it wouldn’t be fair to call it a country mouse, but the one I’ve seen so far seemed much better fed than our occasional downtown mice. I know we live in a 130-year-old house. But I’d really rather not share the space.