About twenty years ago I found myself picking a lock for a friend who'd lost the key to his hunting camp.
I thought I felt something pulling on my right pant-leg, but couldn't look at the precise moment I felt it - before I could do anything else, there were four baby raccoons hanging from my jacket, nuzzling my hair and beard.
There's nothing on earth as cute as a baby 'coon, but then it occurred to me mama raccoon was gonna attack me momentarily.
It didn't happen; I looked around and found her dead under the porch I was standing on, and my DNR buddy told me I had to give the babies over to the local animal control guy to be "dealt with".
I'd love to have kept the little buggers.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money
Not for nothing but that guy needs to die.
https://theathletic.com/1408168/2019...lton-mckivitz/
Respect my lack of authority.
Wild animals have a probably short, probably miserable existence and some mouth-breather thinks he has the right to take even that from them.
Respect my lack of authority.
"I just remembered something that happened a long time ago."
"I just remembered something that happened a long time ago."
Did you know they purr when they're happy? True story.
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