See if your local home depot has a stump grinder available for rent. Sometimes it takes the right tool for the job. I think there’s also some sort of chemical you can pour into the ground-out hole to finish the job with extreme prejudice.
If not… hmmmm. Black powder?
Actually one of my neighbors came by and motivated me to get back out there, two more trickled over and joined us, we combined out efforts and BAM! It’s out!
Of course I have it displayed root side up next to the giant empty hole for the time being to display my dominance over a dead plant.
Are you me?
Cause if you are, the next step is loud noisy things. Skip the 12 gauge shotgun and go right to explody stuff.
Holy cow, did I really type that? Bill is such a bad influence, of course you need to try to shoot it out before blowing it up.
Cat Whisperer how is your kitteh today? I know how hard this part of loving them is. When one of mine starts having more bad days then good ones, I give them all the treat food they want. They like it, it makes me happy to see them happy…and what the heck, its not like I’m going to kill them early by feeding them bacon.
Offers up some internet hugs for your pain.
My rant: Spike is lost. I’m sure he’s inside, but we can’t find him. I think he finally realized that he was in a different place and got scared and hid.
While I was looking in the closets for Spike, I learned why Bill said that his wife was a proto-hoarder. There are blankets that I wouldn’t donate to a dog shelter, cheap stained sheets that don’t fit the beds and slippers. Lots of slippers, and some of them even match. Dogs do like to chew on slippers, so I do know what to do with them.
does a fist pump in the air
YOU ARE DA MAN!!!
Hey guys, thanks for the sympathy. I guess I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.
Birdman and I would be sitting around and we would hear Max do this “Hey, I’m lost” lonely meow from the basement. We would both call out “Hey Max, come upstairs!” and he would run up into the room we were in with a toy in his mouth, happy to see we were there. When I got pregnant he would not leave my side, like he was protecting me. He was always friendly with guests, greeted us at the door, and had the best most snuggly kitty belly ever. When we took him to the vet he wouldn’t cower in his crate–he would explore the whole room and try to climb into the trash, even that time when he fell on a broken glass and cut up his foot. When he wanted attention he would tap you on the arm with his paw and wait for you to look over. When I sat on the toilet he would run in and rub his whole body against my leg and then just stand with his butt on my leg until I pulled his tail. Sometimes he would sit in my pants. I miss him.
What a lovely tribute to a beloved cat. I’d miss him too.
Now, now, you know the rules. Pics, or it didn’t happen!
Little Guy used to do that when he was young(er). Then I’d stand up, my pants full of cat around my ankles, and shuffle around washing my hands and stuff. He loved it. He’s sit there looking at me, his tongue hanging out, purring like a machine.
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We did the same thing - even took a picture with my foot up on it like some kind of stupid superhero. 
Sadly, I think that counts…
Hence occasionally hearing mrAru telling various cats ‘My underwear is not a kitty hammock’
Which can be very existential unless you realize what is going on …:dubious:
I was going to say maybe you need to hire a stump remover guy, but you beat it all on your own!
(I was going to say that displaying the stump like that is a guy thing, but I do the same thing when I manage to pull up the whole root of a dandelion!)
She’s not having a great day today - she’s eating a little, but she’s getting pretty wobbly on her pins. We managed to hydrate her sub-cutaneously, though, so we’re hoping that perks her up a bit. I don’t think she has much longer, though. She’s getting closer to being over the line every day. She did have a pretty good day yesterday, though - we are feeding her anything she’ll eat at this point - tuna, sardines, cheese, milk, cat food, whatever she’ll put away.
I hate migraines. My wonderful husband is upstairs literally moaning in pain and throwing up because of one right now. He’s taken some meds and I hope to god they work ASAP or I’ll have to drive him to the ER.
Mrs. KJdS bought a new car seat for the youngest and offered to install in my car. That’s fine, it fits snugly and looks good and the little one fits in it better than in her rear facing infant carrier seat. However, my two year old was helping her, and she managed to turn my headlights on. They stayed on all day and now my car won’t start. Our other car is a Prius, and will not jump start a car. Mrs KJdS has driven the Prius to work for the night so I can’t even drive to the store to buy a charger. I thought I’d be clever and use our steep driveway to push start the car, but that didnt work. Of course I need to leave for work right as soon as Mrs KJdS gets home in the morning and she needs her car during the day to take our oldest to and from school. Oh yeah, and the driveway that wasn’t steep enough to push start my car is too steep to push the car back up, so I’m blocking the sidewalk.
:smack:
What a nuisance! Got any neighbors with cars who are home?
I am so sad for you. If the Sub Q fluids help, you should see it right away. You do know to warm the bag, right? And to hang it high so that the sticky thing goes away quickly? Its OK for her to have a big bag of fluid under her skin, even if it looks uncomfortable.
I wish I didn’t know this. I miss my Fred.
I sent you a PM with more kitty talk. 
Some mini-rants:
Dear wife, wear your mask. Sounding like a chainsaw with a bad sparkplug crossed with a whale being Force-choked by Vader does nothing for my sleep.
Dear Son, your new friend that you blew off a family event for has different plumbing. Do not get butt hurt when said young lass is quietly referred to as a “girlfriend”. I realize that this is probably one of the very few local young ladies that does not leave a snail trail wherever she goes, but cowboy up.
Darling youngest daughter of my second to youngest cousin; I realize that you are handicapped by having a mother that everyone in all branches of the family recognizes as a dingbat, but Flying Spaghetti Monster on a pogo stick, there is no reason in this or any other world to be applying the makeup with a cement float. You are a freshman in high school, not a Common Nightwalker.
Finally, everyone cross appendages, I have an interview later today in a building where quite a few Dopers will be concentrating their attention later tonight. On one hand, it is paying <mumble> per hour, on the other, it is a 100 mile round trip, and on the Gripping Hand, will keep me away from an instructor that I have vowed to apply the Israeli solution to.
Why can’t a Prius do a jump-start?