For me, it was after trying to dig the boulder that was literally 1/3 my physical size (and many time my weight) from the hole we were going to put the backyard pond in. Eventually gave up; fortunately, one of our neighbors owns a landscaping service, and has a bobcat (baby power shovel). Sometime later that day, I told Pooh "Rest assured, that whatever happens, I will not kill you and try to bury your body in the backyard".
Sounds about right. Would ruin a good pond. And you'd have to come up with a good excuse to borrow the Bobcat again. 8-D.
I think my knee crap May be due to a largeish stone that took my wheelbarrow and me (I fall pretty well but didn't see it coming) over one day. *sigh* Rocks can be so contrary.
And the back yard would be so obvious. (smile)
So love your honey. You may leave but do not bother to kill her or him. Just a basic rule I've set myself. If I'm not going to eat it, and it's the same species, bite not to kill.
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I think my knee crap May be due to a largeish stone that took my wheelbarrow and me (I fall pretty well but didn't see it coming) over one day. *sigh* Rocks can be so contrary.
And the back yard would be so obvious. (smile)
So love your honey. You may leave but do not bother to kill her or him. Just a basic rule I've set myself. If I'm not going to eat it, and it's the same species, bite not to kill.