When I lived in the middle of nowhere (really), in a trailer on 19.74 acres, something once chewed the lining out of, then filled my ice skate on a high (for a trailer) closet shelf with dog kibble. I was puzzled, but the skate was still usable, and I was more worried about my ankles, and the romance going to stupid rink involved. I prefer ponds. Or swamps. Time limits and Zamboni's are irritating. Then there are the sterile surroundings.
Since I donated that feline kibble, those ants will answer to me eventually. I have practice in this field, and believe I can help. Just don't ask me to pull an ant pile out of your lawn. I had to stand on the back porch and tear my t-shirt off in publc last time I tangled with them directly.
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Since I donated that feline kibble, those ants will answer to me eventually. I have practice in this field, and believe I can help. Just don't ask me to pull an ant pile out of your lawn. I had to stand on the back porch and tear my t-shirt off in publc last time I tangled with them directly.