Worrying about Critters

Whew....last night I did my first unassisted insulin injection on Toby. Scary stuff, but it went pretty well. I prepared the needle, took a deep breath, walked out (not snuck, sneaking would have triggered his Terrier-Sense) to where he was laying 2/3 asleep and got it all done before he really had time to get alarmed.

So, better than expected. Even if it did make me feel like Vincent Price. I'm not sure "sneak up behind them" is covered in nursing manuals.


Yesterday afternoon I noticed a Canadian Goose had made a little nest on the side of the stream close to where I work and was obviously sitting on eggs. I'm dubious. It's a very unprotected spot. It even has a little path made by students taking a short cut to the high school, for pete's sake. Lots of dogs go offleash in the park right down the sidewalk, rats everywhere, it's visible to any Red Sox fan heading on foot to the game--it'll be a miracle if the eggs ever hatch. Looking at her I got that same little clenching in the pit of my stomach that I get listening to fans lined up for Episode Three, or gay Catholics, or Log Cabin Republicans...it's that moment in the cartoon where the Coyote's had the shadow blot out the sun above him, just before he notices the whistling sound and looks up to see the big rock.

She was still there this morning, though. One little victory at a time.