Perhaps a vacuum pump to remove the air from the car, or a hose connected to the exhaust and a remote starter.
Get a small bottle of eau de skunk from Amazon and put it in a plastic bottle. Rig it with a CO2 cartridge bursting charge and leave it in a box in her car. Make sure the box is sealed well enough that it can’t be conveniently opened in the car.
Bear in mind that you will have to clean the car.
I’d go back to razor blades on the fence, but no chicken. That’s uncivilized!
Etsy?
What, you think someone’s going to decorate a skunk with rhinestones and a glue gun?
(Even if someone was going to do that, they’d surely have the animal’s scent glands removed first.)
One skunk should do ya just fine. Or, in lieu of that, one stupid dog. I just happen to have one I’d let you have real cheap. Added benefit of the dog is that he’ll bark when the car door is opened alerting you to the intruder. I won’t even charge extra for that option.
Good plan!
or just call the cops ….
There you go again, confusing people with the facts.
:dubious:
I started on dialysis back in September. I had an access implanted into my chest. The plan was to eventually have the vessels in my arms mapped to put a more permanent access into one of them. I was initially scheduled for November 16. The access center called a few days before to reschedule, as the technician wouldn’t be in that day. My new appointment was for today at 11:00.
This morning I booked a Lyft to take me to my appointment. I go to the front desk to notify them I’m there.
'“Oh, we had to cancel your appointment. The tech couldn’t make it in this morning.”
Me: 
:dubious:
“We tried to contact you. We left a message on your voicemail.”
:smack:
I never thought to check my voicemail because it never occurred to me they would call me three hours before my appointment and cancel. They called me on Friday to confirm. I was busy getting dressed, getting my breakfast, and taking care of my dog. I wasted my morning and $34 on Lyft to get me there and back home.
Yes, I admit it’s my fault I missed the message, but I’m pissed they’ve canceled the procedure twice this month, now. I still need to have this vein mapping done. I rescheduled for next Monday. I hope they don’t bail on me a third time.
Day after it was aired this year.
A Disney trip planned and scheduled to leave tomorrow. A 13 year old girl super excited to be going to Disney World and Universal Studios. A family reunion bringing relatives to Florida from across Canada. An unexpected vascular surgery for Great-Grandma brings the whole thing crashing around our ears.
Yes, we will be able to reschedule but having to explain to a little Harry Potter superfan that she’ll need to wait a few extra months and won’t see Hogwarts in all its Christmas glory is not going to be fun.
(surgery went well but GG will be in the hospital for a while so my parents can’t leave her)
I hereby pit my dog. I was in the back yard picking up his waste. He started attacking the rake, growling at it and biting it. He wasn’t being aggressive, he seemed to be attacking it playfully. I, being a kind and gentle master, managed to restrain myself from hitting him in the head with the handle. I had to settle for stomping my foot and saying, “No, boy. Cut out it out.” But it made cleaning up after him take a little longer.
The soundproof closet should be for you. Lock it from the inside.
:mad:
Call the cops. Every time. Pictures are even better, but this is what they’re for.
One never knows what a homeless, drunk might do in a car… vomit? Urinate? Defecate? Die? Maybe you could drop a word about that.
I had a horrible day. I don’t really even know where to start. My son is autistic, and takes meds to help with ADHD and mood regulation. The mood one is the biggie. Since he was a baby, he has been prone to fits of rage. When he was little, he’d scream and bang his head against the wall. Without the meds, it turns out he still does that. He skipped the meds today, and completely lost control by dinner. Screaming, crying, banging his head. He also tried to break my laptop by hitting me with it repeatedly. If he takes his meds, he manages fine. If not, it’s not pretty. Working with his counselor, we have set boundaries about when we will have him involuntarily committed until his meds can get him regulated. For now, I’m officially Nurse Ratchett handing doses and making sure he takes them. I hate this for him. I hate this for us.
Tomorrow is another day and hopefully a better one.
Sorry to criticise but I think you may be a bit too verbose and polite.
Next time try “OUT!” Use of a water bottle may also be warranted.
The kind with a sprayer, or a drinking one, frozen and hurled at the heads of offenders?
For a first-millionth offense, the sprayer kind.
Jebus. I’ve got nothing to complain about after reading that. My heart goes out to you guys.
Civet cats work the same way. I don’t know where you are, but you might have them there.
Fucking Amazon and their fucking in-house shipping bullshit. Prime gives free 2-day shipping, but they randomly ship things by fucking Amazon shipping which won’t leave anything outside of an insanely narrow range of choices, unless there is someone present. NO there is no fucking neighbor around. NO there is no fucking enclosed porch. NO I’m not leaving the fucking garage open. NO there is no fucking place at the back of the fucking house for you to drop off a fucking package that would fit into the fucking mailbox you fucking goat-fuckers.
There is also no option to move the fucking delivery to a day and time where someone might be around, but I’ll probably end up canceling the fucking order and go buy it from some place that aren’t FUCKING ASSHOLES.
I’m sure this will bring joy to many this holiday season, now that Amazon has driven local stores out of business where it would be only slightly inconvenient to go buy something, they’ve decided to make ordering completely fucking inconvenient for anyone who has an actual goddamn life. Fuckers.