PURE MICHIGAN! I'm so glad to be back in my home state! I started out of CK105 in Flint and, man, was I AWFUL. From there I worked at 92.1 The Edge in East Lansing and Wings 103.1 in Lapeer. My first Detroit gig was Z-Rock followed by 102.7 The Bear with Ted Nugent: talk about fun! Ted was hilarious and so great to fight with in the studio. When Ted took his show to his house and out of Detroit, things got a little less lively, so I took a job at WMMR in Philadelphia.
In Philly, I met my husband and we had our daughter, Mackenzie. I left WMMR and went to work part-time for WYSP while being home with our daughter. When Mackenzie turned four, we moved to Washington DC and I worked for DC101... also a riot. Washington DC is beautiful! There is nothing like the Cherry Blossom festival: simply amazing. We checked out museums and took ghost tours: the city is incredible.
A few years later, I started working for WRNR in Annapolis. I love the Annapolis vibe and the amazing people that populate Maryland's capitol. While with WRNR, my husband and I had our son, Jake, and I worked from home as WRNR's Digital Content Manager.
If I may tell you what you already know, Jay Towers is good people. When I found out I was going to be Jay's co-host, I literally screamed like I'd won the lottery. This is the funnest "job" I have ever had. Jay is a BLAST and he's also genuine, decent, a hard worker and also family oriented.... all values I hold in the highest respect... just please, don't tell him I said that... I like to keep him guessing.
First off, please allow my to introduce my real life neighbor, Wilson. Wilson lives on the other side of my privacy fence and usual greets us by saying, "Howdy neighbor" or "Hey neighbor!" Wilson is also a jack of all trades and has some nugget of advice to give on pretty much any topic. just ask him.
BACK YARD BS
I bought a house near the lake... which is awesome. It backs up to woods... which is awesome. The wild life is my backyard is WILD... not so awesome.
The people who owned the house before us bred German Shepherds. The backyard has been destroyed. When I moved in, weeks were spent cleaning, painting, and removing the smell of dogs. Something had to give and what gave was any kind of yard work. Now that we are somewhat settled, my husband, Frank, and I have started clean up on the backyard that has gone untethered for the majority of the summer.
There's a small garden in the back corner that was completely overgrown with weeds taller than us. We were out pulling weeds when suddenly, Frank said, "Ow!" Followed by, "Ow... OW!" At this point Frank started running for the house. I just stood there for what seemed like way too long before I realized that I had better start running before I said, "OW!" I reached the back sliding doors and as I came through the doors, it hit me. "OWWW!" I fell through the doors like a wounded soldier in Band of Brothers. Screaming, I pulled my shirt off in front of my 13 year old daughter, Mackenzie, and started swatting over my entire body, especially my armpit which is where I had received my "battle wound." My 3 year old, Jake, came running and both kids wondered what the heck had just happened. My armpit was on fire from the sting of whatever just got me.
My husband, Frank, told me to get in the shower and I agreed. I wanted whatever just happened to be washed off ASAP. I went upstairs, took off my shorts and then I saw it. The yellow jacket that had just stung me was hanging out on my shorts as they lay in a pile on the floor. I freaked out and tried to kill the yellow jacket, but I had no shoes on so I tried to squash him with nearby towels. I looked; he wasn't moving. I picked up my shorts and tried to shake him into the toilet for a burial at sea.... that yellow jacket did not fall in the toilet. Instead, he started flying around. Screaming again, I ran from the bathroom yelling for Frank. Frank didn't come so after a few minutes of listening to the shower run and standing there, naked, outside my bathroom, I decided to make a run for it, figuring that bees don't like water (btw, this was a stupid theory since it was not a bee, it was a yellow jacket and yellow jackets make their nests in the ground). I whipped open the bathroom door, ran to the shower, jumped in and shut the shower door. I quickly showered then ran back across the bathroom, out the door, closing it behind me and dried off in our bedroom. Frank came in later and killed the yellow jacket. I love my man.
Frank went to the store to get some bee spray. At this point, we did not know the type of insect we were dealing with. I went next door to alert our neighbor, Wilson, to avoid the area. I didn't want anyone else getting stung. A few minutes later, Wilson rang our bell and asked, "Can I help get rid of your bees?" It was the funniest thing. He looked like a kid asking if Jake could come out to play. Wilson was excited about this challenge. I looked at Wilson and said, "Why yes... yes, you can help. You can have my spot." HA! Please. Take it.
It turns out that Wilson is quite the insect expert. He and Frank went into the backyard and surveyed the area for about 10 minutes to assess where the nest was. Wilson told us that the "bees" were actually yellow jackets and that their nest had to be in the dirt. I didn't know what they were doing at the time, but my husband filled me in later. "If they come at us, just take the hits," said Wilson. Frank replied, "Uh... I can run pretty fast." Finally having decided on their attack plan, the A Team went into action. Wilson was on direct assault. Frank was in charge of cover fire. I stayed back on perimeter and took pictures. It's a tough job, but somebody had to do it. Check out this pic. Wilson has his own bee netting! Frank had his good looks and charm.
Wilson and Frank sprayed it down then checked back... yellow jackets were still there. Wilson came over two more times and sprayed the nest... the next morning and evening. We didn't ask him to... he just did. In the meantime, I said, "Forget this." I called an exterminator and the exterminator came out in full suit.
Turns out the queen was still alive and we would have gotten hammered again if we had tried going in there on our own. The exterminator dug a softball sized nest out and I finally feel brave enough to finish weeding the garden boxes.
Long story short:
I have been stung by a yellow jacket, had a snake slide over my foot, seen 5 different types of frogs, a dozen chipmunks and squirrels, plus I've been overtaken by those little "no-see-em" bugs. Additionally I have fed thousands of mosquitoes with a sweet dose of B Positive, and seen a variety of unidentified flying bugs with a wingspan of two inches or more.
I am all for keeping things "green" but at this point, if I could have a tent dropped over my house to fog everything out, I'd be ok with that.... except the frogs. I like the frogs. Having said that, I'm researching "frog" environments on the Internet to foster their habitat for next year. Everything else is getting hit with whatever works. If I wanted this much wild life, I'd apply for Bear Gryll's show... "Get Out Alive" indeed.