9 thoughts on “Like Deathray, Bear Claw, Don’t mind me, and oh, let’s not forget Johno.

  1. Why do people always look in my direction whenever somebody says “extremist”? Especially so, considering I’m the most broadminded level-headed bloke in my circle of acquaintances!
    Umm, there’s a certain individual that lives somewhere in the Arctic Circle that y’all should not piss-off, even the bears look sideways and behind them when he leaves the cabin up the mountain!

  2. I want to know how you reached that conclusion.

    Johno, you’re the reason why the bears, yotes, wolves and I always having our heads on a swivel, we’re all worried that you’re trying to sneak some damn snake in on us.

    • Is there such a thing as a Canadian or Alaskan snake, outside of zoos I mean? Or for that matter, any of the northern border states of the US? If so, they must have to swallow antifreeze come every autumn!
      I don’t have any rats or mice, or cats, around my place. What I do have is a resident Amethystine python, who is very welcome. In the olden days when houses commonly had exposed beams, it was common in the north in Australia for households to have a resident carpet snake or scrub python sleeping through the day on said beams. People tolerated them because of their usefulness in keeping pests controlled, including any noisy brats who were told that “Fred the carpet snake doesn’t like noisy kids, he’ll come down tonight and eat you, just to get some sleep!”
      Most useful those snakes, including in keeping other types, including venomous, away from their domain, or just eating them. My mum used to lose an occasional cat, too bad. Of course, pythons are terrors around poultry, your chook pen had to be quite secure for the night, or Fred would have a suspicious bulge in the belly by morning.

      • northern, Maine. Only garter snakes nothing poisonous.
        Not much poison ivy either
        Bugs, we got

  3. My “little” brother, 6’3″ 290lbs, was forbidden by our pastor to sit with a good friend in the sanctuary balcony section. This was well into their late 40’s. Sadly, my brother has passed on, but thinking about the two of them giggling and tearing it up while the pastor could only look menacingly at them from a distance always brings a smile to my face. Thanks for stirring up the memory.

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