Its best to keep them in a barrel until they are 18 - if you are feeling generous you can feed them through the bung hole
I get a similar thing when my electricity bill comes through. Gotta be paid, but it still hurts to hand over the cash.
Are you too young to know what a bung hole is, (its the hole in which you put the bung that seals a wooden barrel - you usually remove it to fit a tap), or is your confusion more at the idea that you should feed the little blighters at all ?
My brother's birthday. We had pizza. And my nephew was cute until they tried getting him to put his toys down and eat his dinner. I kind of want to put on Weird Al's 'Eat It' every time this happens.
Slept on an ant pile again. Soaked to the skin from a surprise thunderstorm. In a wet sleeping bag. Next to The Snorerâ„¢. I hate my hobbies...
Its 7:11 here and the hoodlum neighbors from the shelter hell are blasting rap music. Its so loud, in fact, that my dishes are shaking...again. Guess which guy is gonna call the cops on them today.
One of my chickens was attacked and it's one of my sweet babies. I don't know when she was attacked, but I'm thinking it was when I was at work yesterday. She's fairly quiet and the chickens go into their coop by themselves so I didn't find out until letting them out this morning. I've got her cleaned up and resting in the bathroom because the wound started to seep again. She is such a trooper and I think she's got a fighting chance. Edit: I'm now in front of work and wishing I had called out. All I want to do is keep an eye on my chicken. I know she'll probably be fine, but still.
Maybe take up glamping instead? Speaking of anthills thanks for the reminder. Two more fire anthills popped up in the backyard overnight, near the potting shed and back door to the house.
I just had to remove a large (by Irish standards) spider out to the garden. I was minding my own business, setting out my washing, and this thing just appeared. I don't want to think about where exactly it came from prior to that moment. *shudder* Spoiler I just looked up spiders to try and find a picture of that kind, and I couldn't do it.
My neighbor is abusing his cat. Poor thing is locked inside a wastebasket of an apartment and has to suffer physical abuse on top of that? Once the city wakes up (its a tad bit too early) I'm going to make some phone calls. Respecting people's privacy is one thing, but using your cat as a kicking bag at 6 in the morning when all the other neighbors can hear the yelping? Yesh.
I've been waiting to use my new retribution formula, frog poison, psychedelic mushroom toxin, and a candle. He will believe he is burning in hell for his crime, and die, screaming. May I please have his address? *Ahem* Nah, just call the ASPCA on that fucker.
Took a bit of abstract pondering that @Some Guy, but I worked it out: he goes to kick his cat again, has a bad trip that sees him descend backside over heel onto a conveniently placed, well waxed to the floor, poison-laced candle. Said oversized burning candle imparts its heat and is extinguished as it's enshrouded by his butthole. The toxins kick in (slow release stylee) he dies from the bottom up.
Holy crap! Are you being serious!? I hope gets ripped apart by a family of tigers - that'd teach him to respect cats.
Woke up crying because of bad dreams at 5am. It was tied to the things that prompted me to cut contact with my mother and siblings. Tried to keep it quiet because of my bf being asleep but he says he woke up of his own accord and heard me sniffing. So he came to my side of the bed and gave me a cuddle until I felt better. Love the bf to bits, but the sandman really hates me to give me dreams like that when I'm going to Devon in two days and these sorts of nightmares are a drain on my day...