tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post5653738171930857690..comments2024-03-18T17:08:18.111-05:00Comments on Fatale Abstraction: A superlative day with a fragrant ending...phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-41045582005340684702011-12-10T00:00:45.168-06:002011-12-10T00:00:45.168-06:00Ah. Damn. Yuck.Ah. Damn. Yuck.J.R.Shirleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08498164179579546593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-66548170568532757602011-12-06T20:02:45.983-06:002011-12-06T20:02:45.983-06:00Oh...that sucks...Oh...that sucks...Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-72877455772839480082011-12-06T17:03:15.867-06:002011-12-06T17:03:15.867-06:00Hell we have them right here in Suburbia! Me and ...Hell we have them right here in Suburbia! Me and my buddy Petey made a double varmint trap out of two big old rat-traps facing each other, chained to a rebar post hammered into the ground with a tin-can rattle to alert - and baited with cheese and peanut-butter. <br />The skunk-from-under-the-house had both trap-bails around it's neck and was growling but a .22 pellet put an end to it. You could actually watch the fleas abandon the skunk-corpse, it was like fur boiling.<br />Petey had to take a few baths before he was presentable again...NotClauswitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14358707844087117280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-37302543118997774822011-12-06T11:50:02.952-06:002011-12-06T11:50:02.952-06:00re: Skunk.
There were certain roads back in Tenne...re: Skunk.<br /><br />There were certain roads back in Tennessee where I would just prophylactically switch the car's HVAC to the "recirc" setting because the odds of there being a dead Pepe le Pew somewhere in the next mile or two approached certainty.Tamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07285540310465422476noreply@blogger.com