Beej, this sounds brilliant. Since they're all coming from a (relatively) small opening in the side of my windowsill, maybe I'll tape a dish-soap-soaked glob of paper towel to cover it. That way they can't fly out, and if they try to eat it they'll get all dead-like. Or I'll just squirt half the bottle in there and listen to them scream.
(And I feel much better about my attack, since I had nowhere near those numbers... still icky squicky though.)
Or I'll just squirt half the bottle in there and listen to them scream.
This!
They need to be coated to diediedie. But the papertowel may just hold them back without the carnage.
If you go the paper towel route. Please print "Beej says hi, suckahs!" in the side facing out. I'll enjoy that.
I burst out laughing.
We were laughing, too. I'm not sure the funny will last all week, though.
Beej, I'm all about the carnage. And I'll do you one better, I'll scream something like "This one's for your Fire Island brethren, FUCKOS!"
My neighbors have gotta know I'm weird by now, and if they don't, they should.
Birth. School. Work. Death.
Birth. School. Work. Death.
LASIK@Home. (Yes, it's a joke.)
LASIK@Home.
I'm waiting for the Travel LASIK kit.