The missus calls me to come to the bedroom and points out the window. And there it was: a white dove sitting pretty and I took the picture.
I went outside to get another angle and I saw that the fucking rat with wings had a bout of diarrhea all over my freshly painted deck!
Needless to say, the effing pooping pigeon was convinced to leave the premises or risk becoming snapping turtle food.
If anything, this was a real world example of Poetry meeting Reality. I shan’t forget.
Okay now this deserves to be one of those parody work demotivational posters nearly snorted my coffee and I’m still chuckling.
I shat forget.
Fixed it for ya lol
Meanwhile, I’m trying to catch a skink that has been fouling my bed linens on the regular for two weeks, now.
I don’t know how it’s getting in, where it’s staying during the time I am using the bed, or why it has decided a human bed is so wondrous.
If you can tolerate the smell of naphthalene for a few days, putting moth balls all around the room will force the skink to GTFO. Worked for me when a pair of those pooping-machines got into my hobby room.
I mean, I *am* almost moved out of the RV, just gotta install an exhaust fan in the loft to make the converted shed/tiny house tenable at night in humid Florida.
I might just let the (not so) little shit monster have the bedroom area. The rest is gonna be a dog shelter until I can get enough fencing to pen the pooch in question into the area around my little shack.
That paint looks white. Is it named, in any way ‘dove’?