Living in Someone Else's House

As she is fond of doing, Mother Nature let us know who's in charge out here. High winds scared us into getting out of bed and stowing the awning; even though it was tied down. Several homes were damaged near here, so I guess it was prudent. Missy is still adjusting to night shift so she wandered outside only to find our camp chairs covered with small to medium scorpions. Her shouts drew me to the scene of the crime where a brief battle ensued-the scorpions lost. I have reminded myself and Missy to shake out shoes and bedding forthwith. Then our cat discovered a field mouse and harassed it till I ended her fun and released it in a field. If you add the cows wandering about; much less all the oil workers and their equipment, we are definitely not the "King of the Roost". Thirty miles or so doesn't seem so far, but it sure is a long way from civilization. We definitely are living in someone else's house and Mother Nature is in charge.