I’ll admit: I have a case of telephone phobia. Calling people on the ol’ phone triggers an anxious response in me. I get anxious when having to speak on the phone, as it’s always more difficult to get a point across without body language.
Even my skinny friends have complained about Chub Rub, which makes me think that our cute little nickname for this skin condition isn’t really the most accurate representation. But, since I’m not in charge of such things, Chub Rub it is.
Foxes are maybe the prettiest, most charismatic, and deadliest pests we have to deal with. If it’s small, and it moves, it’s on the menu. That goes for turkeys, pheasants, ducks, geese, chickens, lambs, piglets, rabbits, guinea pigs, and yes; kittens
The problem is, I have some OCD tendencies and if I leave, who’s gonna clear the snow and chip the ice off my walks? Do I trust the people who’ll move in after me to do as good a job as I do? Hell no. These are my walks! That’s my driveway! The truth is,
Just in case you needed one more reason to be pissed off at winter, now your roof is ringed with ice dams. Joy. “How could this happen?” you ask. Well… it’s simple, really. Your attic is poorly insulated and/or poorly ventilated.