I would 100% trade a bag of cinnamon rolls for a cute video of a fox stealing my cinnamon rolls. Then again, I doubt I’d give you a dime for a video of a coyote. I guess it all depends on which varmint you see the most.
I was also not sure about the music categories. I like rock, and I like it to have a good beat, but I get tired of screaming and pounding drums pretty quickly. And I’m a fan of whiny alt-rock, but if you start piling up banjos and slide guitars and twangy vocals, I’m out. What’s the dividing line between “soft rock” and “pop”? Where does TMBG come in, or the Pogues? It’s all a little “I know it when I hear it” for me.
I periodically trap raccoons and then relocate them. Regardless of size, their behavior varies considerably. Some sit quietly in the trap as I carry them to my Jeep, others snarl, growl, and scream while trying to bite me.
Living Peacefully with Raccoons - Native Animal Rescue.
“Live trapping is not recommended for ridding your property of raccoons. Trapping and relocating is only a temporarysolution , inhumane and illegal . Relocated raccoons have to fight with already established raccoons for territory, food and shelter. Most do not survive.”
It is not illegal, as I have the permission of the state game commission. Raccoon rabies is a problem here. The state would rather I kill them, my gf would prefer I relocate them. I just don’t want them in our barn.
I was spanked only once as a child. My father was against corporal punishment. However, I think I scared him when he found me at age 4 or 5 running into the street and attempting to do something (I don’t recall what) with passing cars.
I never was spammed or hit by my parents. Likewise, I never spanked or hit my kids. My kids were pretty angelic, but regardless I couldn’t hit them. They were kids, for fucks sake.
My mother spanked me occasionally; but never hard enough to hurt. My father only spanked me very rarely, and only one swat, but his did hurt; not seriously, though, it would only hurt for a moment and no bruises. Always an open hand on a clothed butt.
My father missed his aim, once, because I ducked (he wasn’t holding me) and got me in the face. I ran upstairs in tears. He came right after me, abjectly apologizing; I don’t think he ever spanked me again after that.
My mom used to spank me with one of those wooden paddles that once had the ball and elastic string. One time, she missed and hit my knee, and the paddle broke in half. We looked at each other, the we both burst out laughing.
My mom used to swat my brother with a wooden spoon. He was a brat though. Once he ran out of the house, and she ran after him with the spoon. He easily outran her, and they both started laughing. That was the end of the wooden spoon abuse.
I’ve only seen whales from the shore, which was too far away for the poll. But I forgot how close the porpoises got to the Catalina boat.
You know, to this day I never connected the fact that seeing a bunch of animals from a boat in Zimbabwe was kind of like the Jungle Cruise (which was my favourite Disneyland ride as a kid).
My parents acquired a tool specifically for spanking us. It was not until decades later that I learned that it was a bread paddle. To me, it looked like an undersized canoe paddle.
I was spanked only twice as a child but we knew it was a possibility. As to my spankings, I deserved it both times. I had no kids so I never spanked any myself.
I have a number of gifts I got from my parents, most of them were books. We always wrote dates and occasions on them, and now that my mom and dad are both gone I couldn’t bear to give them away. I miss them so much and now I’m sorry I encountered this question because it depresses me, but it’s my own fault for being here.
I miss my parents, too, Baker, and running across something they wrote to me really brings it home. I was going through some old photos and ran across a postcard my mom had sent me from a trip to Europe and just burst into tears. That’s a sign we had good ones, though, right?
Having said that, yes, my parents spanked me occasionally when I was little, but as others have said, it was the norm. I spanked my own children a handful of times when they were preschoolers, but it made me feel bad and it really didn’t improve their behavior, so I decided to move on to more civilized means of discipline.
I had an aunt and uncle who out and out beat my cousins. My aunt would grab a wooden spoon or a slipper and whack them until they literally couldn’t sit down. That made me really, really grateful my parents were restrained for the times.
