I maintain that bug extermination is the cat’s job. That’s how she’s supposed to earn her keep. But she’s really not good at it. She’ll chase them around and paw at them, but she’s never gotten down the kill part of the process. It’s a darn good thing that she doesn’t have to survive on her own because if her past performance is any indicator, she wouldn’t be able to kill even a bug to sustain herself. :smack:
taxi, do you want dead bug bits all over the house??/
Isn’t it 4 yet? whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine
All my life I have peacefully co-exited with spiders. They come in, I put them out.
Now, two years into this new house, I have yet to come to terms with centipedes and … dare I even say the word … silverfish. This is truly a disgusting, revolting, horror-inspiring bug. I’m not a girly girl; I can deal with spiders. I have removed snakes from the jaws of cats and returned them to the wild. I am a fearless slipper-bearer in the face of most bugs. But ICK ACK POO YUCK DAD GET IT AWAY FROM ME. I hate silverfish. And what does this house draw. Them.
I have seen Khan stalk and kill–and properly dispose of–a bug, and it makes me happy. Sirius will bat at it until it’s almost dead … and then walk away, leaving me to put the thing out of its misery and dispose of it. But they both have the same problem–unless it’s flying and buzzing, they’re not interested. So quieter, gravity-bound bugs are the human’s job.
That open air shed is actually rented by the farmer who plants the cotton field that surrounds the property. He doesn’t know it yet, but next year’s handshake lease will be for $1 plus he fixes up the shed his equipment is parked in, and maybe letting me borrow a bucket tractor or backhoe to tear down those other buildings.
Oh, and the gray building with the white door isn’t coming down if I can get away with it. It will be spiffied up in and out, and will become the home of my model railroad. It’s a converted corncrib (at least it would be if it was in Indianner, but this in NC and the land of cotton) that the seller was going to make into a hunting lodge for his nephews. Lots of work to be done there, but VW can’t bitch about the trains taking up to much room in the house…
Mmmmm, ellen, tempting though punkin waffles sound, I cook six nights a week so I’m definitely looking in the realm of take-out.
mika, you’d want to be careful about thinkin caterpillars are cute and fuzzy down this way. Many of our “fuzzies” pack a stinging wallop. :mad:
Well, I don’t touch them. I just don’t kill them, or carefully remove them from my house. At least not anymore. It’s amazing, the kinds of things you have no problems picking up and touching as a kid and never would now.
Eh. Bugs don’t really bother me. It seems silly to me to be afraid of something that’s 1/100 my size.
welby, your daughter had her graduation ceremony on a Thursday night? 
gt, I look forward to reading the deluxe version of the Fred Joke[sup]TM[/sup]. 
Pun Time!
Yes, but bugs are eeeeeeviiiiiiil.
:winces: But I suppose nothing could be scarier than your puns.
I think it’s tough expecting an 18-20 year old to know what they want to do for the rest of their lives. There’ve definitely been times when I thought it’d be so much nicer to live off KeithT’s salary and be a housewife and do volunteer work. So I can’t judge her for that. It’s nice to have the freedom to choose to work or not to work.
At least now I like my job and I am using some of my education - the info management part - so it’s not as bad as it used to be.
Spats if you have to subject us to puns, you should consider making them shorter. Like these:
A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
Dijonvu - the same mustard as before
Practice safe eating - always use condiments.
Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
Those who jump off a bridge in Paris must be in Seine.
A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.
Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.
When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.
A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two tired.
Definition of a will: A dead give away.
She was engaged to a boyfriend with a wooden leg but broke it off.
A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
If you don’t pay your exorcist, you’ll get repossessed.
With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
You feel stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.
Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.
Every calendar’s days are numbered.
A lot of money is tainted - It taint yours and it taint mine.
A midget fortune-teller who escapes from prison is a small medium at large.
Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
Once you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall.
Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.
Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.
Acupuncture is a jab well done.
Thanks so much, Sean. I am not letting Mr. Lissar see that list.
Centipedes are Rvil and Deadly and I hate them. They’re the only bug I can’t stand. They’re too freaking big and too freaking fast. And, as Mika pointed out, their legs take a long time to die. They sit there, twitching.
Aaghaaghaaghaagh!
Last night I dreamed that I had to stage an armed getaway from Ikea. Actually, I think it was an Ikea/Wal-Mart hybrid. I think the premise was that you weren’t allowed to leave until you’d toured the whole maze-like upper floor.
Does anyone else have recurring dream locations? Places that don’t exist, but reappear over and over? I’ve got a big bazaar/farmer’s market setup that’s been coming back for over a year. A few nights ago I was walking through the Vietnamese area to the part with the Middle Eastern bakeries. I’ve also got a dream version of Ottawa that doesn’t look anything like the real thing.
I just eyeballed the laundry, and I think it can wait until Monday. Today I will pick up my cheque, grocery shop, and scrub out the litter box. Envy me my exotic and fun life.
But that part is true, I tell you. It’s true!!!
I’ve found a secret way out of the Ikea by us. It’s downstairs, and it’s a plain swinging door that doesn’t even have an exit sign, but takes you right back to the entrance.
Brilliant!!
I hope you don’t feel I was criticizing you, taxi :: worried frown :: I mostly think it’s odd there’s this qualified DENTIST roaming our halls, working on promotion and outreach. 
bobbio, I like the farmhouse in the distance, too. Nice view!
Somebody make pumpkin waffles this weekend!
Ellen’s Delicious Pumpkin Belgian Waffles
1 cup White Lily Self-Rising flour
3/4 cup soy flour
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 tablespoon pumpkin pie spices
1-1/2 tablespoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup canned pumpkin puree
2 slightly beaten egg yolks
1-3/4 cups milk
1/2 cup cooking oil
2 egg whites
ALTERNATIVE: Add the two eggs, whole
Mix dry ingredients. In separate bowl, beat eggs (or egg yolk) slightly, add milk and oil. Carefully add pumpkin and whisk. (It won’t completely incorporate, but do the best you can.)
Pour the liquid into the dry ingredients all at once. Stir until incorporated. Do not beat.
[If you’re doing the egg white thing, whisk them in a separate bowl until they form stiff peaks, then carefully stir them into finished batter. You should see white blobs.]
Pour by dipperful onto waffle iron, and follow your iron manufacturer’s instructions.
Serving ideas: Top with fresh fruit, applesauce, pecans, cinnamon or powdered sugar.
**puggsie ** - did you want it? because if you really want to, you may have next week!
Good morning all.
I’m not generally too oogied out by bugs. However, when I saw my first ever flying cockroach in Louisiana, I was squicked out beyond belief. I had never seen a cockroach until that time, except at exhibitions. I was grossed out I tell ya, GROSSED OUT!
Growing up I had a mutt that would catch flys in midair and eat them. My cat used to do that do.
My current dog just snaps at them. I don’t think he’s ever caught one, though.
I have never been in an Ikea, ever. There’s an Ikea store somewhat north of me. I keep thinking I should go sometime, but I never do.
Tonight we’re attending our niece’s dental assistant school graduation. She has two more years of school and then she can be a dental hygienist. She’s very excited. I’m very happy for her. She had a very crappy childhood, and of the four kids in her family, she’s the only who’s managed to pull herself up out of the mire, and make something of herself. Her siblings are a completely different story. :rolleyes:
We received other good news from our niece last night too. She went in to be tested for MS, but it turns out she’s a 9 for vertigo. We were very worried about the MS thing because that’s what her mother had and she was diagnosed with it right at the same age my niece is now. Her mother, unfortunately, did not make it. She died at age 27.
I’ll have to check back in later. I’ve got work to do.
I’m not completely bug-phobic - I can handle the smaller ones; most bugs make me all squinky-like, but lady bugs are cute; and sometimes I’m fascinated watching one crawl across my floor before I sadistically squish it. Smokey tends to ignore the crawly ones, butthe flying ones can hold her interest for minutes at a time.
When I was younger, I used to pull the legs off Daddy-Long-Leg spiders, all but one, and watch them try to maneuver with but one limb. At camp, I was captivated by little water spiders that used to dart around the man made lake in the center of camp. Then my friends and I would dive bomb them with pebbles. My sadistic tendacies have deep roots.
You squish ladybugs???
You evil, evil soul.
Sean, those and those like it are good, of course, and that’s the problem. Nature of human language, you see: we all identify patterns (homonyms and homophones). The simplest ones are simultaneously the most striking and the easiest to spot, so they’re all taken. That’s the reason why I’ve been sticking to categories. It helps me to use words that don’t get as much exposure, and are less likely to have common puns associated with them. If I wanted, I could get hundreds of puns like that off of joke websites and use those as the Puns of the Day, but that defeats the entire purpose of the exercise - to be creative. You could all go to the joke sites on your own; there would be no need for me to do anything.
That said, you have a point. If too much setup is needed, it ruins the joke. (Is that what’s been putting you off my puns this whole time?) So I will endeavor to move towards short and sweet when I can.