Real men love Kiddens!Hahahaha...
Hey I seem to be feeding a family of skunks they need to earn their keep.
My MIL got skunked years ago - don't tell my husband, but that was some funny shit.
The Wife Unit's physical therapist saw them and went back to his car and called me. I went out and shooed them off.I'm sure they're useful for keeping uninvited guests away.
So did I. Bad freezing rain storm. I finally manage to get in my barn, and WHAM!
Holy shit, I was so damn glad school closed for the weather! I did not want to call work to say I woulbd be late because I needed 5 big cans of tomato sauce to bathe myself in.
The Wife Unit's physical therapist saw them and went back to his car and called me. I went out and shooed them off.
How long did it take to get it all off 100%?
She did the tomatoe sause and bunch of other remedies but six months later she'd sometimes emanate that pungent aroma.
Raccoons get in my workshop and mess up my stuff.That used to happen with all my raccoons who sat on the porch all day. People called me from my driveway because they were afraid to get out of their cars.
I was working really late in my office one night and I answer the phone and it was our town's one cab driver, warning me there was a bear on the porch
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Was that in the woods?They don't shoot stink bombs at you though.
I did step in bear shit once and had to throw the shoes away. Early fall and it had been gorging on salmon...
They don't shoot stink bombs at you though.
I did step in bear shit once and had to throw the shoes away. Early fall and it had been gorging on salmon...
Was that in the woods?
The big ones do it wherever they want.My dad says baby bears shit in the woods.
The big ones do it wherever they want.
I wonder if you write WT(EC)F on ECF, will they censor it like they censor WTF?WT(EC)F
Smacked a bear on the nose once.
Was in the Smoky mountains. Kllingmans Dome, millions of people around. Grabbed my daypack and off thru the woods I went till I could hear no more humans.
pulled out a bottle of Leibfraumilch, some smoked gouda and crackers and strung up a pocket hammock.
Was a nice day and must have dozed off. Woke to something snuffling my ear. Instinctive reaction resulted in baby bear beside my hammock going WAAH WAAH! I found that one can get out of one of those hammocks in one move with enough incentive.
Bear took off so I figured it was going for help so I took off back towards all the other bear bait humans.
It was just there to pick up a pizza with anchovies.This isn't the one on my porch, but it was about the same time at a friend of mine's pizzeria by the airport.
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I'd bet my life on it.....I wonder if you write WT(EC)F on ECF, will they censor it like they censor WTF?
You scared the poor thing so bad it peed on itself (and you).The snake in the bathroom was interesting. Of course I had to see it while I was on the throne. It was curled up next to the garbage can. It moved it's head, and I was like OMG WTF? Then my cat swiped at it! I threw her out and shut the door so it was just me, and the new guest. Then I had a conundrum as bathrooms don't contain many useful tools for snake catching. I used the toilet brush to hold it's head down (which took me like 10 tries). Then grabbed it up and ran outside. The damn thing sprayed me, too, with some stinky cloud of who knows what. I threw it in a corn field.
I probably stepped in some of it's poo, too.I once was sitting on my couch in NM, and felt something tickling me leg. I very gently pulled my jeans away from my leg & shook... out the bottom came a tiny bark scorpion!
The rabbit in the basement was another good one. My back porch is enclosed and functions as a utility room. It's also where the entrance to the dungeon is. I was doing laundry and I heard something walking around in the basement It obviously wasn't a mouse. I said, "Hello? What are you?" And hear it coming up the steps to my voice. So I'm thinking one of the cats must have got in. It gets to the top of the steps, and it's a rabbit! I had the worst time getting it out of the house! I would chase it to the door, but it wouldn't go out! It would spin around and leap at me, then run back down into the basement. At least twice it hit me in the gut and knocked me on my ass!
I love replying to myself.I probably stepped in some of it's poo, too.
You needed the Holy Hand grenade of Antioch!The rabbit in the basement was another good one. My back porch is enclosed and functions as a utility room. It's also where the entrance to the dungeon is. I was doing laundry and I heard something walking around in the basement It obviously wasn't a mouse. I said, "Hello? What are you?" And hear it coming up the steps to my voice. So I'm thinking one of the cats must have got in. It gets to the top of the steps, and it's a rabbit! I had the worst time getting it out of the house! I would chase it to the door, but it wouldn't go out! It would spin around and leap at me, then run back down into the basement. At least twice it hit me in the gut and knocked me on my ass!
You scared the poor thing so bad it peed on itself (and you).
The rabbit in the basement was another good one. My back porch is enclosed and functions as a utility room. It's also where the entrance to the dungeon is. I was doing laundry and I heard something walking around in the basement It obviously wasn't a mouse. I said, "Hello? What are you?" And hear it coming up the steps to my voice. So I'm thinking one of the cats must have got in. It gets to the top of the steps, and it's a rabbit! I had the worst time getting it out of the house! I would chase it to the door, but it wouldn't go out! It would spin around and leap at me, then run back down into the basement. At least twice it hit me in the gut and knocked me on my ass!
You needed the Holy Hand grenade of Antioch!
It was going for the throat.