spruce bugs deserve mercy?
My son and I hate them. They are huge and evil and I once fell off a ladder after one landed on me. I may have screamed like a toddler. Because they bite. Hard. Plus I know a guy whose face got ripped off by one. And another guy who mowed off his own leg trying to avoid one. I don't own a gun and frankly, never would, but if I ever did, I would likely choose a Glock and I would use it to annihilate spruce bugs for ruining our wondrous outdoors.
Have a nice day.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Actually no. They shit anywhere they want. Absolutely anywhere. And I'm okay with that. Because I'm not going to stop them. Or get out of the car. Gulp.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Yes. I'm still here. But I must admit, this prompt was a little unnerving. Why so existential Google? Are you watching me?
Someone who wonders sometimes if science fiction isn't so fiction-y anymore.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
It does look as though Hagrid or Mag the Mighty built it, but this picnic table-for-10 was indeed constructed by a very talented regular-sized human being whose only wizardry skill is nevertheless quite impressive: carpentry. I've decided it's the coolest picnic table ever, uh, unless it requires moving at some point.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
But I'm pretty sure this could work.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
these some days.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
What inspired this purple polka-dotted chicken butterfly chromosomal mess?