We get entire flocks (the basic unit seems to be around seven) stroll through regularly, but usually in the fall/winter. And plenty of deer, too, to my neighbor the avid vegetable gardener’s despair. None of them seem all that nervous about humans. The deer will generally vacate the immediate premises when they see you in the yard, but just at a stroll, with a distinct feeling of 'yeah, we’re moving fairly fast but that’s just ‘cause we got really long legs.’
I have no idea what the hunting laws may be around here (we’re in an outer Boston suburb) but clearly the animals think we don’t have enough hunters to worry about.
The wildlife leaves out landscaping and gardens alone in exchange for the shelled corn we feed them. We go through 50 pounds of corn a week year-round, in addition to a few bales of hay each week in the winter.
It’s worth it for the view we get, sitting on the porch eating breakfast with the wildlife.
My mom grew up in the country (as in, 18 miles from a Coke machine), and people were constantly dumping animals out there. More cats were dumped than dogs, for some reason. Cats went across the street to live with an aunt, who built an elaborate structure in her backyard to allow the kitties to eat and sleep safely away from predators. Dogs lived with mom and her parents as “guard dogs” (basically, barking when someone came up the driveway). One of these dogs, Buddy, was still alive when I was born; there’s a sweet picture of my mom introducing me to him.
I’ve been seeing more and more beard masks around here. Usually men, just wearing their beard protector proudly. The other day, that was topped off with a guy in the hardware store wearing a forehead mask.
Missy is going in for a dental tomorrow, so the kibble got picked up 37 minutes ago. I was expecting drama, but didn’t expect it to start with the hounds. Holy cow, the starving to death pups probably won’t survive til midnight!!! Jerks, one and all.
Actually, I was just going to suggest the same thing-except, being a meaner person, I would doctor the spray bottle a titch with a scent they hate…hunting scent comes to mind but that would punish you. I’m sure another poster could come up with a good suggestion. Jump up and silently smear their glasses with butter?
Okay, so this is partly my fault, which makes it even more annoying.
Three of my four bathroom light bulbs burnt out, so I called the apartment office to determine who was responsible for it, them or me. I get a knock on the door this morning, I’m not expecting anyone. But I think it could be someone about the lights. So I answer the door, completely forgetting my mask. It is a maintenance guy, called over by the office on my behalf, and he has no mask. And I’m fairly sure at least one resident of this complex (in another building) has COVID.
I stayed away after the initial encounter, but I was pretty close to him when he first came inside. Now I get to be low key paranoid for a couple of weeks…
I like spiders, I really do. I’m one of those weird people who genuinely finds baby spiders cute, and even names spiders that stay put in places they’re not in the way for long enough; if it’s a choice between a few spiders in the house or flies, give me 8 legs every time. This does not mean that I want baby spiders all over my bedroom or inordinate numbers of the little guys to appear in the kitchen. I’ve always evicted them when the population starts getting a bit high, I don’t think I’m doing anything different this year, but I’ve never seem so many of them in the house before, I’m throwing them out the window multiple times a day, and it’s getting silly.
Grocery order replacements/out-of-stock items frequently make me angrier than they really should.
This is because I’m already pre-annoyed that I have to use the service to begin with. I want to be able to just run out and wander up and down the aisles and pick my own stuff. Being disabled is a bitch. If you’re considering it, I do not recommend it.
Anyway, this time, I’m planning to make a casserole with broccoli and mushrooms to freeze so I have food for the week. It wants 1.5 lb of mushrooms, so one 16-oz container and one 8-oz container. They got me the 8-oz container, but not the 16-oz one. And since it’s Walmart, I don’t find out about substitutions til it’s too late to change them. They’re not replacing it with anything. Because… you know… it wouldn’t make some sense to replace a 16-oz container with two 8-oz ones? Or a different type of mushroom? They also did not get me Parmesan cheese. There are like 92 types of Parmesan cheese and you’re telling me you couldn’t find a single reasonable replacement in all of Walmart?
The real problem, though, is that… delivery is expensive. I usually get it every two weeks or so. And I can’t run out to just grab a replacement for something that was missed or try a different store or whatever. And mushrooms don’t really keep that long. Having half a recipe’s worth of fresh produce is almost worse than having none of it because now what am I going to do with the mushrooms I do have? I mean, I’ll figure something out. Either I’ll just eat the mushrooms (and find something to do with the onions and… freeze the parsley? Or maybe have omelettes) and try again next time or I’ll ask someone to go on a mushroom hunt for me. It’s not the end of the world by any means. I just hate that every stupid simple thing has to be complicated and full of roadblocks.
I’m pretty sure the city I live in is losing its collective mind. In a news story about a shooting today, if I’m reading the following correctly, as being 2020 to date:
“Back in May, Sacramento police said there were 11 homicides. Including Wednesday’s shooting, the homicide rate is now at 24 cases, according to police spokesperson Karl Chan.”
Then in the last ca. 6 weeks (somewhere between 4 and 8, I’ll split the difference), we’ve had more homicides in this city than in ca. 4.5 MONTHS prior to that. WTH?
I got a heat rash on both calves today, running orders out to customers at work.
I lived in friggin’ Texas for thirty years - and got a few sunburns, though mostly I tan after some initial pink - and I think I got a heat rash once, as a tween.
I’m now in Michigan just a couple months, the temps hit low- or mid-90s (certainly not the 105+ F brain-melters I tried to escape) and this shit happens now?
The fuck? Is this a function of higher latitude, or is it the fun of aging?
Either way, I’m formally lodging an official complaint.
E.T.A. @SurrenderDorothy that sucks donkey balls. Half the needed produce is indeed worse than none.
I like your substitute ideas. Hey! Maybe frittata? They’re even easier than omelettes, very forgiving, and you can basically throw in whatevs and it comes out okay.
But enough chipper perkiness. I haz a frustrated on your behalf.
Oh, addition to my earlier post: the building is supposed to be doing emergency maintenance only, so the maintenance guy wasn’t even supposed to enter my apartment to begin with! Now my plans for the 4th are in jeopardy. I now hate this man I only met for a few minutes for causing me concern and potentially disrupting my life.
I didn’t see a thread for this, and I decided it doesn’t deserve any more attention than a side note in a general bitch thread, but Kanye West says he’s running for president. It’s another instance of his notorious attention-whoring of course, but N-word, shut up!