Who and What is the Happy Warrior

The Happy Warrior is the title of a poem... and yes, I love this poem. I do not wish to be mischaracterized, for the most part poetry is not my bag. I am not an afficionado of literature nor am I a metro-sexual (I despise that term) but a dear friend introduced me to this masterpiece of prose several years ago... it has provided no end of inspiration. The Happy Warrior by William Wordsworth outlines the qualities of a magnificent soul. I aspire to possess even one or two characteristics that "every man in arms should wish to be."

This blog is a representation, in conversational form, of my voyage to wrap my arms around the world in which Mr. Worsdworth's warrior finds happiness.

(Standing disclaimer: Luckily tests of spelling accuracy ended in 4th grade otherwise I would still be in Elementary School. Be forewarned, spelling errors ahead. I subscribe to the wisdom of a great man who said, "I have utmost disdain for a man who can only spell a word one way." -Benjamin Franklin)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The Scorpion Hunter

When the wife is away, the husband will play.   Well, not exactly.  This husband works alot but also takes time to take the battle to the desert creatures.  Hunting is fairly close to playing.  With the captivating Mrs. Wicke and the 3 angels gone for a few weeks I have made a personal war on the creatures of the night.  My goal is to rid our homestead of all scorpions before the family returns.  I purchased my weapon (an UV flashlight) and have been stalking inside and out.  The most harrowing experience was when one little devil climbed up my slippers when I was distracted watching one of his cousins.

My opposition is clearly floundering as I've decimated their numbers but I am amazed at how they keep coming back.  They must engage in some sort of shift work where some are out on Tuesday and Thursday and others take the Monday-Wednesday-Friday rotation.  I don't know if I will exterminate all of them (my regards to the EPA, PETA and all those other crazy environmentalism groups) but I have made great inroads.  And this is for Mrs. Wicke specifically:  I have not come across any inside of the house for over a week.  Last night however I took my camera with me and caught two scorpions engaged in some type of mating dance.  It was quite fascinating and I almost called Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom to send over a film crew... instead I put an end to the entymological enchanted evening with a spritz of scorpion killer.  Yes, to quote a the line from a recent movie, I am "the murderer of love".