UncleWillie
Rarely serious.
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2010
- Location
- Vale
I heard the ducks making unusual noises. I thought a predator might be after them, so I grabbed my shoes, and went outside. It wasn't a predator. I wish it had been. What it was was two large males fighting. As in trying to kill each other. I went out to separate them.
This property has a dirty little secret. The septic field failed shortly after we sold it to Piedmont Lithium, and there is a poopy swamp in the back yard. It is far enough away from the house it doesn't stink up things. Since I don't own this place anymore, and I am not repairing the lithium mine's poopy problem, and since this place will be razed and turned into a road anyway, I ain't fixing it. We just avoid it.
Well, the ducks were fighting not too far away from the poopy swamp. I went over to them, and they half spazzed, half kept fighting, flailed around, and went right into the poopy swamp. Normally that would only be bad for the ducks. However, I was just a couple of feet away, and they went in like two outboard motors, slinging poopy water at everything in a 20 foot radius - including me. A veritable tidal wave of crap washed over me, covering me head to toe in fecal matter water. My first instinct was to wring both of their necks, but I decided they could just kill each other.
I came in and took a very hot shower. If they die, they die.
This property has a dirty little secret. The septic field failed shortly after we sold it to Piedmont Lithium, and there is a poopy swamp in the back yard. It is far enough away from the house it doesn't stink up things. Since I don't own this place anymore, and I am not repairing the lithium mine's poopy problem, and since this place will be razed and turned into a road anyway, I ain't fixing it. We just avoid it.
Well, the ducks were fighting not too far away from the poopy swamp. I went over to them, and they half spazzed, half kept fighting, flailed around, and went right into the poopy swamp. Normally that would only be bad for the ducks. However, I was just a couple of feet away, and they went in like two outboard motors, slinging poopy water at everything in a 20 foot radius - including me. A veritable tidal wave of crap washed over me, covering me head to toe in fecal matter water. My first instinct was to wring both of their necks, but I decided they could just kill each other.
I came in and took a very hot shower. If they die, they die.