No siree! They do not belong there, not by any stretch of reason.
I’ve about given up on shipping. It’s all a crap shoot. A package for me, from my Iowa sister arrived, having been handled so roughly that plastic containers inside had holes punched in them. Geez, Louise.
Here’s hoping your snazzy threads show up soon.
Last year a cat started coming up on my deck, so of course being the sucker that I am I started putting out food for it when I fed my cat in the morning. The canned food was quickly eaten, but I soon learned not to leave any uneaten dry food out overnight because it attracted raccoons.
Recently, however, when I go to bring in the dry food it is infested with ants. This had not been a problem until the past month. I really don’t want to be bringing ants into the house, so
I’m not sure whether I should stop leaving food out at all, or take my chances with the raccoons.
It really is. I have the most issues with the post office, but UPS and FedEx make their own share of mistakes as well. It is really frustrating because we have contract mail carriers here, not postal workers. They get zero benefits and hence have no fucks to give. While they are not responsible for my threads, they have damaged so many packages between the post office and here, so of course when I get irate about shippers and the post office, I think about them first. Grumbles.
Put the bowl of crunchies in a larger bowl of water to make a moat or buy something like this. Kitty appreciates your kindness and generosity.
Yep, I’m sure you are right.
Option 3:
Fill a large bowl part way with water. Put a smaller bowl in the middle of it with the cat food in it.
The ants can’t get to the small bowl, they’ll drown if they try. The cat might appreciate a drink of clean water, in any case.
(Won’t help with the raccoons. But I get the impression that bringing the food in at night was taking care of that.)
– whoops, @JaneDoe42 beat me to it!
But you explained it much more clearly, so thanks for that!
It is actually even worse than that, their contract goes up for bid every year so they don’t know if they will have a job next year, and the contract goes to the lowest bidder, so that doesn’t make them happier, plus they have to use their own vehicles.
Logically, I understand their point of view. Emotionally, it pisses me off when a case of plastic Easter eggs gets crushed due to their lack of fucks.
I’ve been putting the food out in one of those two-compartment bowls, kind of like what @JaneDoe42 suggested but without the moat, with canned food in one side and dry food in the other. I do have a bunch of small food bowls left over from when I had more cats, so I just need a larger bowl to put one of them in.
Of course, I’m now fighting the urge to spend $15 just so I can feed a stray cat without being infested with ants.
I can think of lots worse things to spend $15 on. You might be saving the cat’s life, and you’re certainly making the cat a lot happier.
However, if you’ve already got something around the place that will do the job, then you could both save the $15 and very fractionally discourage bringing more plastic stuff into the world (at least, unless you can find a metal version; but that might cost more than $15). – around here, it’s also yard sale season.
I spent two and a half months exercising strict self-discipline and experiencing hunger every day, so that I could lose my spare tire. I was successful in dropping 22 lbs. which took me partially to my goal. Then I got injured and have been on light duty the past several weeks. This morning I could barely get my pants to button up. It took less time to regain that weight as it took to lose it. Grrrr
I took a quick look around and found a container in my recycle bin from a meal delivery that may do; it’s a bit deep but I can cut it down with a pair of scissors.
I have my suspicions about the “saving a cat’s life” part of this, as he doesn’t seem to be starving. I have a feeling he has a circuit of other suckers in the neighborhood. On the other hand, a few years ago one of my cats had gotten out and I didn’t see her for several months. I had pretty much given up on ever seeing her again, and then one day she showed up in the front yard. I later found out that a neighbor had been putting out food for her, not realizing she was not a stray.
Awwww!
I’ve never bought one of those neato bowls, I just used it as an example because my explaining skillz have degraded since I retired. I’ve always used the small bowl in the big bowl moat building method.
My threads are on their way to Florida and my mother has already admired and fondled and sorted her threads and her canvas is framed. I WANT my threads!!!
Could be worse. I had a package coming from California that made it all the way here to Ottawa, Canada before disappearing for a couple of weeks and reappearing in Melbourne, Australia. It eventually made its way back to my house via South Korea, Alaska, and Wisconsin.
Check out Portland Leather, you may find something that works, their quality is good, and the prices are not too bad.
I agree about LLBean stuff~lasts forfrigging ever! When I lived in Boston eons ago I bought some things that I’m still using 40 years later.
I’ve had good luck with Lands End bags. Well made, very durable and if you watch their sale offerings, more affordable than most. I have alway gotten excellent customer service from them also, never a quibble and easy to contact customer service.
Here’s a commodious and handsome messenger bag of theirs:
Thorny Locust had it right. I do this routinely. Your insulated bag is always fighting entropy. My stuff is cold to start with but it takes 30 minutes to get to work and i won’t be eating it for another 4 1/2 hours. I am trying to slow its rate of warmup by putting it in the “colder than my desktop” refrigerator.
Sounds like you expected a transaction of some sort.
No. ?
Today was supposed to be day 1 of our fun vacation in London, a city we’d wanted to come back to for 30 years after having a delayed honeymoon trip here. We got to spend the day becoming acquainted with the NHS instead, as my husband’s body decided today was the perfect day to let us know he has a kidney stone. The NHS people are lovely and we are so grateful for their help, but I’d rather not have first-hand experience of it.
The ultimate arbiter of what treatment occurs will not be medical personnel, though. It will be the airline we are booked with and whether they will let him fly home with a kidney stone or not, since there’s no way to know when it will pass (or not).
And of course this will culminate in a grand insurance clusterfuck on our part. Can hardly wait. Fuck.
Of course I don’t know all the insurance details, but our housekeeper took a cruise, caught COVID and then pneumonia so learned that while the ship does have a full infirmary and well trained staff…they do not bill insurance companies. She had to self pay and then file with her insurance when she got home.
Insurance companies seem to be used to this sort of thing, so the process was fairly simple. Convincing the insurance company that she had to use an out-of-network doctor due to location is not as easy. Good luck!