"There are leftovers we don't want to eat in the fridge" says the family, looking at me.
Me: "What do they think I am? Oh... never mind"
(going in the compost pile, I can't even...)
"There are leftovers we don't want to eat in the fridge" says the family, looking at me.
Me: "What do they think I am? Oh... never mind"
(going in the compost pile, I can't even...)
"There are leftovers we don't want to eat in the fridge" says the family, looking at me.
Me: "What do they think I am? Oh... never mind"
(going in the compost pile, I can't even...)
One of my Dad's pastimes is to provide an update on his neighbor's ill-advised chicken coop. He lives outside of Philly, and once upon a time, someone imported red foxes for fox hunting to Southeast PA. Anyway, those fox descendants are now wild and they like backyard chickens.