Random Thought Thread

We have normal pets too. Meet Caesar...

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91bravo said:
Lucky is one cool dragon. He rides on my shoulder when I'm cooking dinner sometimes.
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Any story behind his name?

We don’t have any pets but I spend a good $150 a month keeping all the bird feeders going. Squirrels too. Then the animals who feed on their food.

My kinda animals to be responsible to. They stay outside. If I don’t want to come home to feed them I don’t have to. Don’t have to clean up thier you know what.

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JustinFournier said:
Any story behind his name?

We don’t have any pets but I spend a good $150 a month keeping all the bird feeders going. Squirrels too. Then the animals who feed on their food.

My kinda animals to be responsible too. They stay outside. If I don’t want to come home to feed them I don’t have to. Don’t have to clean up thier you know what.

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We feed the hummingbirds too. Sorry, but the possums and coons get dispatched on sight around here. Rascal little pests that tear up your yard....
 
91bravo said:
We feed the hummingbirds too. Sorry, but the possums and coons get dispatched on sight around here. Rascal little pests that tear up your yard....
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The neighbourhood calls him Ricky the Racoon. Most of them fed him catfood, eggs etc. Almost all the houses have kids and all within a few years old of one another. I’m not even sure he is a he. Must be 45lbs. Huge.

Women here are so in sync it’s ridiculous. My wife and 2 other women from our street were in the hospitals delivering babies at the same time. I’m pretty sure if anyone took a shot at him they would get lynched.
 
We get them by the groups here. They devastate the wife's flowers, eat all the crops and dig holes in the yard. Different outlook on coons down here!
 
Coons can be real mean and have no fear of standing up against a human. Possums are probably even worse. I've stepped onto the back deck before, and they were eating out of the dog bowl. Growled, hissed and charged me! We don't like these stinkin' vermin around here!
 
91bravo said:
Coons can be real mean and have no fear of standing up against a human. Possums are probably even worse. I've stepped onto the back deck before, and they were eating out of the dog bowl. Growled, hissed and charged me! We don't like these stinkin' vermin around here!
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I had nearly the same experience with the neighbor kids when we left the halloween candy out on the deck. It was touch and go there for a minute.
 
91bravo said:
Coons can be real mean and have no fear of standing up against a human. Possums are probably even worse. I've stepped onto the back deck before, and they were eating out of the dog bowl. Growled, hissed and charged me! We don't like these stinkin' vermin around here!
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This one seems pretty tame. When you open the door he saunters off to a safe distance and looks back to see what you are up to.
 
91bravo said:
Well, the dog bowls stay in the garage now.
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I need to lend you a dog Jonny, no coons in the yard here. I know what you mean though. I used to work maintenance at a college in Portland and the gals at the womens dorm couldn't even use the dumpsters for the dang things.
 
About 6 years ago there was an old man who put food out for a coyote. His neighbors tried to get him to stop, but he kept doing it. One day I was in front of my house when a big furry dog came walking by. It stopped and looked at me for a few seconds and sauntered off. I swear that it looked at me with disdain. "Who you looking at?" I then realized that it was a coyote. I had never seen one that fat.

The old man eventually sold his house. No more fat coyotes.
 
OK, now I gotta tell a possum story...

We had this big old 2 story house once upon a time. One night about 3am I wake up out of a dead sleep to the sound of our front door easing open. The door made a very distinctive sound when opened, and that's what was fading in my ears as I sat straight up in bed. I whispered to my wife "Somebody just came in the front door...stay put!" It's on! I grabbed a pistol and a flashlight and crept down the hallway. Heart racing, I raised the gun, got the light ready, and lit up the front room ready to acquire a sight picture, and...Nothing! The chain is still on the closed door! What the...??

I look around the room and notice the curtains and curtain rod are down from a side window area. This house had indirect lighting with these wooden box deals above the windows. Well...up above there's something moving, and I discover it's a freaking possum!! What in the world? I went back to put my wife at ease and she laughed and didn't believe me. So I had to take a picture of it to motivate her to get up and see for herself.

So now what? I get some gloves, a small trash can and a broom. There I am at 3am, on a ladder in my boxers (and gloves), coaxing an angry varmint into my trash can trap with a broom. Well, it worked! And it was bizarre.

All we could figure is it fell down our chimney somehow (there was a fireplace in that room). A wire mesh chimney cap moved to the top of my to-do list! Lol. Sheesh.
 
I shot the mama racoon of a family that was raiding my garbage with about 4 stunner darts out of a big bore blowgun. All in the right butt cheek. These are blunt plastic darts that probably hit about as hard as a paintball. She glared at me defiantly after the first dart, then began sauntering and finally ran away full speed after the last dart. She brought the kids by once after that just to warn them how awesome I had become and to marvel and worship me from afar without approaching the garbage.

Everyone who lives in the suburbs should get one of these blowguns though, it took me forever to figure out a way to shoot varmints in my yard without getting arrested (or detected).
 
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