...I spent weeks figuring out the chemistry-acid/base crap...weeks creating a heating/swimming time table complete with weather prognostications....diet, wardrobe, music, goggles, towels, safety, emergency plans...
I miss one effing day due to weather; I have a squatter!!
I mean that in the literal and figurative sense. I can clean up the mess...what I can't do is repair the chewed- through plastic tubing that RUNS THE F***ING MOTOR!!
sonofabitch.
Even theRubber Ducky (Fred) is pissed. Day before yesterday he was happy and so was I. Today I want to shoot something. Real Bad.
and the rest of the story...
I miss one effing day due to weather; I have a squatter!!
I mean that in the literal and figurative sense. I can clean up the mess...what I can't do is repair the chewed- through plastic tubing that RUNS THE F***ING MOTOR!!
sonofabitch.
Even theRubber Ducky (Fred) is pissed. Day before yesterday he was happy and so was I. Today I want to shoot something. Real Bad.
and the rest of the story...
Mystery solved!!! Ingrate!
6 comments:
Such language. And from a lady, no less. Tsk, tsk. But I suppose having your plastic tubing chewed through warrants some violence of speech. I say sick Clyde, Jr. on the little varmint--if he's going to hang around and scare the ladies, he might as well make himself useful.
On the other hand, that video of Mr. Ducky taught me more about water currents than any textbook ever has. Brilliant! Now I can love not just your photography, but your videography as well. Well done, MacBean!
Now that I've stopped laughing (seriously, even in tragedy you're funny), I have two solutions: A. Shoot the lil' fucker. I'll even loan ya Moi's pistol. Or, B. Humanely cage the rat fink and relocate him to a spot under a rock at Thunder Mountain (I'll loan ya my live animal trap).
A great deal of my life's lesson is learning how to live in harmony with gawd's widdle cweatures. While also figuring out how to serve them with a lovely sherry sauce (sorry, Wicked). In fact, ifin I had a good recipe for squirrel, that famble living under our pool deck would have been history long before now. WHY they haven't wrecked havoc with the system is beyond Moi. Gotta go knock some wood, now.
well Folks, looks like we're having hassenfeffer (sp). The interloper is a bunny! I found him hiding back in the corner behind the pool. After much coercion-including a BB in the butt-he's out from behind there, but I don't know where. To be continued...
How about a fine wire mesh or thick plastic dowl around the cord? Because you could also get hungery mice, ground squirrels etc. That's what we did in our wildernest.
Mmmm . . . wabbit delicious.
Critters in the wilderness, city folk only deal wit roaches and rats........
ducky's swim was great
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