Ah…fire ants. I definitely don’t miss those. I got them all over me once, when I was four, from out of an old stump I was kicking. I ran across the courtyard, at the apartments where we lived, like I was on fire.
As a youth, we would pour gas on their beds and set them ablaze.
Seemed like a measured and equal response.
Squats yesterday were eeewwww at best
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Ripped some of the sheet rock out of my house this weekend. Made a big mess, had to move stuff around, but you gotta do, what you gotta do. Have not really slept in four nights. I can lift heavy shit, pack heavy shit, move heavy shit, and I am fine, but a 5 pound weenie dog sleeping on top of the covers breaks my back. Every time. I have got to get this crap put back together, before they kill me.
It doesn’t matter how slow you are, just as long as you keep moving, right?
I need a movie clip from the movie, Remo Williams, where Chiun tells Remo… Silence! The emperor Smith is disgusted with your progress!
No on the ants, but unfortunately yes on the snake. Big one got in the chicken house last night and killed my baby chick. He won’t eat anymore! I serve up a pretty decent lead sammich.
I’ll share a snake story. We moved from my late wife’s 225 yr old country home–where I’d lived for 32 years–partly because occasionally chicken snakes pursuing chimney sweep birds would fall down two of our chimneys. One memorable time was upstairs in our bedroom. The chimney screens would blow off letting birds make nests, and at 68 I don’t climb a 9/12 pitch slick roof about 35 feet from ground. Now I have one chimney, only neighbors for wildlife, and a very appreciative wife.
Oh no. No snakes in the house! But, that goes to show they can get into anything. We have had a lot of people move into this region in recent years and I always tell them to be careful. They laugh and say, oh they can’t get in there…lol. My neighbor from New Zealand is finding this out. Hey, I have tried to tell 'em, just like the last imported neighbors, they will figure it out.
So… My mom lives south of me about 30 miles, on just south of the Platte River. A couple of years ago, there was a lot of flooding, which drove the bull snakes out looking for someplace dry.
She walked into her laundry room one morning and there was a 6 foot bull snake on the floor.
THIS is why I love the cold, it keeps the stuff of nightmares away. Months of sub-zero nighttime lows ensures that things like fire ants, killer bees, venomous snakes, scorpions, alligators and methamphetamine-crazed Floridians in stained tank-tops will never settle these parts.
Sure, I barely see the sun for about three months, but the thought of things I don’t like freezing to death is enough to keep me warm inside.
We have all of the aforementioned vermin here, and no, Texas isn’t for everybody. I can say however, that I have been to every state except Hawaii, most of Canada and parts of Mexico, there is NO perfect place to live. There is good and bad in every place.
You had to do it, didn’t cha. My facebook friends always feel compelled to send me pics of snakes. Big, disgusting, nasty snakes. And Skip is right, I would blow his shit away, right there!