Where are the Monkeys?

How many ways can you say wet, hot, moldy, damp, humid, rainy, overcast and gray?

That’s my weather and whether or not I like it, I can’t do a damn thing about it. Actually I should be a lot more thankful it’s remaining outside and not inside like the last big rain.

If I’m going to resign myself to living in a tropical rain forest then I demand my birds get prettier plumage. I want to see some bright colored parrots at my feeder and I want to start seeing some monkeys swinging from the trees.

I’ve heard tell that rainforests are filled with beautiful butterflies and I love butterflies so I say, bring them on.

If I’m going to live in this new climate, I want to see some of the benefits in the flora and fauna. Where are the lush fruits, the dinner-plate-size, bright colored blooms, the canopy of vines creating what they now call an “outdoor living space?”

Without some positives, the negatives will drive Connecticut residents into a state of hibernating, air-conditioned slugs.

And please, someone, help me scrape the mold off my north side.