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35·4 months agoFleas caused the death of my cat. A coworker generously brought a sample of her infestation in to the office and they must have hitched a ride home with me. My cats were indoor only, I didn’t expect them to need flea treatment. The fleas gave him hemobartonella and almost $20,000 later, we couldn’t get the anemia under control.
Nuke the fleas.
It looks like they sell it at a 20% loss though
Everybody buy No Name orange juice and maybe we can bankrupt them. Unless I’m reading it wrong.
I subconsciously assumed they were watermarks and just ignored them completely
Make sure they are native seeds for the area you’re doing this in!
I am also in Canada. Our province runs the power grid on coal and sold the utility to a private company that doesn’t bother with the expense of upkeep on infrastructure. They built a sweet skating rink though.
31·10 months agoFrom your perspective, what was cruel? I’m interested in how different people interpret the same scenarios. What would be a more constructive way to address the situation?
MULTI-BALL! MULTI-BALL! MULTI-BALL! MULTI-BALL!
Luxury tax doesn’t apply to dealers/retailers. It would just get piled on the final user. Which would be fine for the “richer than god” types, but not so great for some poor bastard with an addiction who can’t help themselves.
Could it have been a heron or a crane? When they fly their legs trail out behind them and their feet make them look a bit like a clubbed tail.
I didn’t know I was lactose intolerant for a long time. I used to have a carton of milk at morning break every day and release absolutely rancid SBDs afterward. One day was particularly impressive - the guy I had a crush on proclaimed it was so bad that if it had been his he would have named it.
You can get Hantavirus from their dried urine, saliva, and feces though
Except they’re not even paying us enough to live anymore
One of mine would pick up mini marshmallows with a claw, lick all the powdered sugar off and then shake her paw to get rid of it, flinging the wet, sticky blob off into the unknown.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears!
Arms akimbo?