I don't know about condescending crustacean but I do know that the next time someone pulls some passive aggressive move on me I am going to make snappy claw gestures at them with my fingers.

Neighbor was cleaning out his basement and found a nylon tent he'd bought for his mini-whippets ages ago. They were terrified of it.

Hah! I am familiar with this response.

I don't know about condescending crustacean but I do know that the next time someone pulls some passive aggressive move on me I am going to make snappy claw gestures at them with my fingers.

Love this idea.

It's camo. Looking closely, its camo with cats and birds of prey so no wonder the teeny little couch sloths would be afraid (and bunnies and dogs and birds, but still. Hell, his pups are so neurotic, the bunnies probably scared them.)

I'm unmedicated for the first time since Thursday. A little hacky, but seem to be heading towards clear. Still will take the delsym tonight. My ribs ache from breakthrough coughing. Appetite is still shot. Slow-ass swims as a result.

When did we start calling robberies home invasions?

I understood home invasions to be burglaries where the homeowners are in the house and the burglars hold them up/tie them up. I tend to think of a robbery as happening not in the home, like a hold up on the street.

But that could be my long-ago criminal law class speaking, because we had to memorize the elements of common law crimes.

Wasn't that one of the lessons that we were supposed to learn from Scream? If there's someone in the house, you run out of the house, not further in.

I just got back from rehearsal (I'm working backstage crew), and I'm both hungry and exhausted. I'm trying to decide if I'm too exhausted to get up and make myself a snack.

If anyone is in my house, I'll know it because my cats will be hiding instead of coming to greet me. This is the extent of their usefulness as home protectors.

I also use the cats as ghost radar. When I get freaked out by a movie or my own imagination, I look at the cats, and if they're calm, there are no ghosts in the area. Very effective.

Ah, new thread. But I still say Chuck Norris only wishes he was Werner Herzog.

If someone were in my house, I'd go back outside. But sans that option, there happens to be a pickaxe right inside the door this week, because the basement flooded, and we've got weird stuff all over the house right now.

Normally, I guess, I'd step out the door and load a couple of loose bricks inside a purse hanging off the coathooks. Right now, I have a purse Fay gave me as a Secret Santa present, so it'd be a Bloody Buffista Bludgeoning! Or I would throw shoes and the metal bookase serving as a shoe rack at him/her.

I just remembered that I have my tool bag under the phone table in the entry. There are a couple of wrenches and a pretty wicked looking rope knife in there. [link]

TNG may be a weenie, but she's a GSD and she barks at everyone.

They have big, big woofs. Even when actually weenies.