That bull vid reminds me of the time the bottom radiator hose blew off my Blazer (S-10 Blazer). It just so happened that there was a little pull off on the side of the road, right where I needed one. A little off the road there was one of those red tube farm gates you see everywhere. On that gate was this hand painted sign:


My curiosity was piqued, but, I kept out.

There I was, minding my own business, in my own back yard, when I saw something ... alarming.

Oh, yeah. That's a yellowjacket nest the size is a basketball, hanging off the eave of the garage. My friends on the cellar will *love this*.
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I'll just pose with it so they know I was here, #holdmybeer #whatcouldpossiblygowrong #nobiggie
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Well, it's kind of a biggie. I made three trips with the camera after I saw it for the first time. The first few pics didn't do the size justice so I tried to take a pic without a messed up forced perspective. My palm is on the surface of the nest. I reckon it could hold a basketball if it were completely hollow. That means the ten thousand fucking flying assassins it's filled with gotta go.
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Now I gotta go!
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Wait until night time before you fuck with it, and wear long pants and a jacket.

Good advice. Cooler the better.

tarheel

Stuff a couple M-80s in there... Bwahahahahaaaaaa

Just a can of insect killer right in the hole after dark. The dead bees clog the hole and the rest can't escape the poison.

Killit. Killit with fire.

In fact, just burn the whole garage.

Also:

GAH!!!

Hehe, a less yellow jacket phobic friend of Twil's suggested we burn down just that part of the house.

I kinda like your plan better.

I like the idea of burning the garage, but only if a Victory motorcycle is inside.

tarheel

I love the smell of a burning garage in the morning...Smells like [snniiiiiffff], Victory.

I should have taken a picture, but it didn't occur to me. Last night I was at my dead cousin's vacant house, organizing some stuff, when I heard a rustling from the chimney/fireplace. I had seen evidence (muddy footprints) of a raccoon in the bathtub a week before and searched the house for actual raccoons but found none. Last week I had closed the chimney flue, and closed the glass front to the fireplace. It had been ajar. I put heavy boxes right in front of it.

So last night I heard some rustling from the fireplace, and I walked over there and yelled in my stern voice "Get out of here!" The rustling stopped. So I went back to going through some boxes and a couple minutes later I heard rustling again.

I finished up what I was doing, and went to the store to get a bottle of ammonia. I planned to soak a few rags and put them in the fire place so the eye watering fumes would drive the raccoon(s) out. I pulled the boxes out of the way of the glass door and there was a racoon just sitting there looking at me through the glass. Not in the chimney, in the fireplace. The little shit had pulled the flue open and climbed into the fireplace. He was kinda cute though and I felt sorry for him. A juvenile. Still I went into the kitchen and got a funnel. Opened the glass doors a quarter inch, stuck the funnel in there, and poured a cup or two of ammonia into the fire place right next to the raccoon.

I closed the glass door, put a heavy box of books back in front of it, and stepped away to the other side of the room. The raccoon was doing nothing, so I gathered up my stuff to head out, when all of a sudden the raccoon stated sneezing and kind of retching. I felt bad for the cute little guy, but screw him.

I went home and had trouble sleeping. Thinking about raccoons. This morning, I went back over there before work, and the guy was gone. So I soaked some rags and put them up into the flue that it has pulled ajar. Then I poured the rest of the ammonia into a plastic bucket and left it in the fireplace. Closed the glass doors. Put the box of books in front of the doors, and came to work.

Now I need to find a chimney sweep to put a cap on the chimney. Another freakin' chore.

Lawyers.

:p:

What, no bleach too?

You know what my wonderful wife did yesterday? It was a day off and she called a chimney sweep and met him at the house while he put a cap on the chimney. Adventure over. Thankfully.

No coonskin cap for you. I am disappoint.

Was glatt born on a mountaintop in Tennessee?

I'm certain of it. The whole Maine backstory is an attempt at obfuscation.

And it would have worked, if it wasn't for you meddling kids

Big V:

That looks like a hornets nest.

Don't kick it

Duh.

tarheel

***Squeemy Warning: One gruesome pic at the link***
 

‘I thought this was the end’: Montana man tells of 2 ferocious battles with same grizzly bear

Attacked twice in ten minutes.

Hmmm... You know, in college, I had a boyfriend who had a relatively short performance time, but also a particularly short refractory period. Often he'd go once, wait 2-3 minutes, and go again, all the while claiming that we were doing it "multiple times." To me, we were just doing it once with a brief distraction in the middle.

I bet the female grizzly told her friends this was one attack, is what I'm saying.

Man...I was wondering where you were going for a minute. I thought you'd posted in a wrong thread or something.

But, :D.

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The park is well over 2000 acres in area but it always surprises me that these Deer manage to survive there.
It's surrounded by urban and suburban areas on all sides and is under the constant pressure of humanity.



See what I mean?

Funny. Dogs can't help it. It's in their DNA.

I saw a similar scene a couple years ago, but it was just a couple of deer in a heavily wooded area full of underbrush, and the owner was having a hell of a time running through the woods after his dog.

Why would you bring a dog to such a place? (Richmond Park, I mean.)

It's a rural fragment in a congested city so people will take their dogs there for exercise.
Whether it's fair to keep a dog in a city is another matter but the least anyone can do when using the park is to keep the dog under control.

When I saw 'nature reserve' I guess I thought 'game reserve'.

Keep your eye on the sinkhole. This is accelerated natural selection.



The birds don't have it hardwired into their DNA to watch for this threat. Yet.

I have lived in several cities and just took my dog to a cemetery. It is usually fenced in. No one complains. Quiet. I told my relatives that I want to be cremated and mixed in with the cat food. I all ways wanted to see the inside of a cats gut.

tarheel

If you had $100,000 they might honor that request. ;)

Take that vegetarians.

That was mesmerizing to watch.

I was baffled by the bird who attained safety on a ledge and then flew back again and was "eaten" by the sinkhole. It was like a nightclub for bried, "Oh well, if Bob's going in, it must be okay!"

Re Richmond Park. When Mum and Dad used to house-sit they had a number of customers in the area. The kind with indoor pools and security gates. They always asked if they could let the dogs off the lead in the Park. A surprising amount of owners believed their little darlings were well trained enough to ignore the distraction of a running deer. But it's a natural instinct; I wouldn't have trusted Diz with a spider, let alone a rodent. He'd probably even have tried for a smaller dog, and not just in a territorial way.

I can get remember giggling over my keyboard over a story Mum wrote me about combing an enormous expanse looking for a dog. Sadly I can't remember the details. They caught it eventually - I can only assume the thrill of the chase wore off and it was hungry. Suffice to say, they often used long leads in the Park from then on, but a lead they always used.

more story, light on details cos there aren't many:

http://www.grindtv.com/random/fisher...ruHC1rTDDOb.97

The canal is thirty (30) feet across:



It's better bigger.

Watch baby panther leap across a 30-foot canal in a single bound

A. That ain't no kitten.
2. It damn sure ain't no babby.
/. Upon further review, the canal doesn't really look like thirty feet, either.

Karma -Revenge of the Elk - Paybacks are a bitch

A hunter in OR killed an Elk then tried to drag it up a hill with his 4-wheeler.
But the vehicle tipped up and the hunter was impaled on the antlers.
Quick first aid by his buddies and a helicopter flight saved his life.

I wonder what they were using for bait?

Jonahs.

I love telephoto compression. I fucking love it.

Something ya gotta live with living around wildlife:

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The 'living' part is more difficult when a moose is involved:

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Although these accidents appear to have happened in daylight, the increased possibility of a collision with a large animal during the hours of darkness convinced me not to drive at night during my visits to the US.

I visited Colorado, Wyoming, Nebraska and South Dakota and saw plenty of wildlife, most of it very much alive. I was happy to keep it that way!

It's a shame you didn't come through Kentucky and run me over with a bull dozer. Could have saved me a lot of headaches.

I don't think that a bulldozer was on the upgrade list offered by Hertz, so I made do with a Chevy Cavalier. ;)

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Oh, hello...

Thar was a bar in thar!!!

Roooooooooooooooo on roids

The moose is loose...

Yep. pretty Canadian.

Tigers in the snow...

Q: whats the definition of a tiger?
A: its a 450lb. pussy that eats you.

tarheel

Granny hasn't been seen since October, and is now considered deceased.:(




ETA: When I first saw in Wiki's Recent Deaths that Granny had died, the first thing I thought of was 'Granny' from the Tweety Bird and Sylvester cartoons.

105, daaang. It was a pretty tough year for that pod.

Tilikum's gone, too. He was only 35.

A last, good deed that didn't go bad...

:)

Canadians are always polite...

That's it, moving to Canada.

But every time you go somewhere you have to chase the goats off your car. :lol: