So far, the Flovent’s been working as well as they brag it does, and I’ve needed less and less of the Albuterol.

That dreaded day has come for Tom to go under the house. If I believed in prayer, I’d have been praying my ass off. He managed not to get stung by scorpions or bit by black widows, but he says there are tons of black widows and he even showed me some black widow nests. He’s spraying like hell right now.

Fortunately, the jacks are pretty tight and we’ll probably never have to tighten them as long as we live here. If we were here 15-20 years from now, then maybe.

He ran across a hole big enough for a rabbit. However, there are no openings large enough for a rabbit to get under the house in the first place, so judging by that, and the fact that there were numerous snake tracks, he thinks it’s possible that there is a den down there. Prairie dogs wouldn’t make such huge holes. He said he saw baby snake tracks, and from what we learned, snakes always hibernate where they’re born. Diamond sure was a fat one, so she might’ve been carrying a load that she dumped under the house, and it’d be dangerous for him to crawl over that hole. They’d only be half a foot underground and his weight would collapse the hole, causing him to be right on top of them if they’re down there, and we both agree that it’s very likely that there is a den of snakes under there. We’ll find out for sure come summertime by how much activity there is. Maybe it’s not a whole family of snakes. Maybe it’s just one, but it’s so extremely likely that there is something down there. It’s about under my office, so I’m sitting on top of however many snakes there are right now as I type this! Most houses out here probably have snakes hibernating under them, but this is especially a good house since it’s so big and with the high rodent activity, thanks to my feeding them. Diamond wouldn’t be there, though, cuz snakes hibernate where they were born and this snake was obviously born before the house was here, judging by the growth of its rattle. It could be her young, a king snake or something else, but the hole’s awfully big for rodents and there is no way rabbits could get in and out of there.

When he checked the vents for damage, he crawled out saying he couldn’t find any.

“That’s what I told you my vibes have been saying for a while now,” I told him.

“Then why am I crawling under the house like this?”

“Because I have an 80% accuracy rate, not 100%.”

Anyway, we’re pretty sure that the entry/exit point is by the bathroom vent. They apparently got through the ductwork by where the AC unit joins the house by the small bath. He’s going to seal up the gap with aluminum tape from the inside.

Mei Li left Sylmar at 8:13 last night and arrived in Phoenix at 4:58 this morning. I don’t mind if she gets delivered while we’re out as long as the driver leaves her here, but if they don’t, I’m going to be really pissed, cuz then the freeloaders will even get to say when I get my dolls!

There’s been no more mail pertaining to Chris, so hopefully she’ll be made up by the end of this week and shipped the next. If she were shipped on Monday, we should get her on Thursday or Friday.

I was watching a show on how most cops will do literally anything to trick, bribe, manipulate, and threaten people into confessions, be it true or false. Pigs never cease to sicken and enrage me. They just better not tangle with me again, cuz if they do they’re going to be in for a hell of a surprise what with all I’ve learned about the law and my rights, so it won’t work. Whatever they could possibly have in mind for me, it won’t work. Anyway, obtaining confessions becomes an obsession for most of them. They’d rather an innocent person confess than get no confession at all. In their minds, it’s better that an innocent person gets convicted and goes to jail, than for nobody to be convicted and jailed. It’s absolutely sickening.

Later…

Anthony is the little boy’s name next door. Yeah, we received his dental appointment card on our land where the vehicles are parked, closest to their land. It was obviously a child’s dentist by the way the card was designed. Also, there’s no other place it could’ve come from but next door, and I know a lot of the papers, cans, and other trash are coming from them. They may work and they may not blast music that I know of, but they’re still your typical filthy Mexicans who couldn't care less about those around them. Their letting their dogs roam around on other people’s property is enough to tell me that. Anyone that can do that is obviously a very self-centered person. But that’s how most people are here; your land is theirs, their music is yours.

I know they burn their trash so why is it that so much of it ends up over here? What do they do, run out of patience burning and say to hell with whatever’s left?

Hopefully, the fences will help keep some of the heavier shit from blowing over here. They have barbed-wire fences, half of which is fallen apart, so things can easily get across, including their dogs. I swear it looks like a car drove through most of their fencing which serves no purpose other than to mark the perimeters of their property.

Anyway, I was outside with a magnet picking up nuts and bolts that Tom dropped, along with the freeloader’s mess.