Nick is laughing at me in exasperation and I am a bit beside myself. Yes, it’s spring and birds and flowers aren’t the only ones who know it. Suddenly the basement is flooding, ants are appearing and I keep hunting moths with the vacuum cleaner. And let’s not mention the field mice. It’s all very distracting when I just want to get on with my own stuff. Housekeeping is neither my interest nor my forte, nor Nick’s, and we hate killing anything. We try to find a reasonable balance between what is welcome to live outside, and what we want for our indoor environment, but some days we are definitely on the losing side. A big rainstorm is forecast between now and Tuesday, making the flooding basement seem like the highest priority. Not how I want to spend my day off.