Alright, time to burn down all of Finland. Just reduce everything to ash. In fact, nuke the ash after we're done. Maybe add some salt after that. Nothing can live there anymore.
We'll just be extra careful this time, can't have a second Australia situation.
Mostly, yeah. He's practically getting to live his dream these days, after going through a pretty long rough patch.
I'm still untangling things, in my own way, but I can also recognize the strides I've been able to make with it. It's taken many a long year to get to the point where even talking about it didn't leave me shaking in anger or fear, and I consider that a major improvement. Shaking off the last shadows from the monster.
We had a long driveway. I quickly learned how to position myself to be able to see out the window and prepare before being seen.
That was also around the same time I learned how to quickly make a bug-out bag, a bit of cryptography(My dad and I had a code language, just in case), and just how far I can be pushed before physical response is my only response.
There isn't enough therapy in the world.
If someone goes to another team after this, would they be considered half-chub?
Goddammit, Roshi, never again.
Realistically speaking, would they even be able to support a body that large on those types of wings? Or would they have to evolve some form of rigid structure like a bird or bats wings?
I have cats just under a year old, this is their first summer with eyes open. We've had a few fireflies get into the house, and watching them go nuts once they notice this weird flashing bug has been the highlight of my night lately. All 5 of them running in a little pack, eyes wide. Every time they light up, all the cats stop and just stare. It blows their little minds, and I love it.
Do you need to cover a larger area? Spray.
Do you need precision, or to get a hard to reach spot? Stream.
Understanding what we need is the first step of action.
Have you tried shoving something up a species cloaca?
We'd have more dead chicken farmers.
Chickens are opportunistic omnivores. They will eat their dead, they will eat others eggs, they will eat their own goddamn eggs, if in desperate need.
If that bothers you, never look into pigs and wild boar.
"Easy to Use". I certainly hope so, it's a fucking spray bottle. What's the hard to use option? Waiting until a new moon to summon Ba-Kok, God of Chickens to ask for a stay of cannibalism?
"It's a Japanese balloon! Shoot it down!"
"No, it's Venus."
"It's a Roman god, shoot her down!"