I’d just raise their property taxes. Or you could send a fax to their regular phone line, subjecting them to that horrible screeching noise that calls back roughly 25,000 times in a row.
I ask not what you can do for me, but what you can do for me right now.
Evil Nazi Groundhogs are clearly one of the greatest questions of our times. Scholars have been arguing marmot mass-murder methodologies for millenium. That makes it a Great Debate. Right?
But, we still want to know the best way to kill them. That’s a General Question, right?
Does the hatred I feel towards these creatures mean I should post in the pit?
I refuse to believe that Groundhog murder is mundane and pointless, though the people here are cool.
Should I just keep going with the old one?
That one provides the key to my secret identity, which if it should fall into the wrong hands…
I didn’t read that thread the first time around. Read it top to bottom last night. My sides hurt when I got done. Man, that was funny!
Reminded me of the first time I saw my ex-husband kill one of the little beasties. Can’t remember what kind of gun he used, but it was large. Caught the varmint in a live trap (he’d been chewing where he shouldn’t have been), then took the trap out, stood over it, and told me to open the door. At the time, I was still young and PETA-ish, and said “Hey! You can’t just shoot him as he walks out! You can’t just shoot him! Isn’t there a season or something?” Ex just looks at me and says “Woodchucks are varmints, and it’s always varmint season. Would it make you feel better if I give him to the count of three to get to the edge of the field?” So, I open the door, woodchuck sticks his head out, Ex counts to three, BOOM, ex-woodchuck.
Now that I’m older and wiser, I say shoot the little f****** whenever you get the chance.
Cristi, Slayer of Peeps
I made my husband join a bridge club. He jumps next Tuesday.