The Things Which Could Be Worse Need Cats To Make Them Better Complaint Thread
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Actually, squirrels are territorial. Only family comes along. I've seen just one, and sometimes 3, 4 or 5. But no more. I live on the outskirts of the city, very country-like. In fact there is a farm less than a quarter mile away, another farm next to that, and in the other direction a huge farm about a mile away. Lots and lots of trees in between. Yes, houses, but surrounded by trees. I'm sure there are a whole lot of squirrels out there. But never saw more than five in my yard. The peanuts did get expensive, though. But it kept them away from the bird seed...which was only 8 to 10 feet away from the tree with the munch box on it.
Dana
For me, I'm just going to start working on my battle plan for next year. I'm going to get some of those metal tree skirts to keep them from climbing up. Also going to trim the branches even further from nearby obstacles. Or I'll see if I can convince my brother to keep his dog out there. Having a dog outside was our best deterrent. We used to have loads of pecans every year, even though our dog was too old and slow to actually chase anything.
The fire alarm is going off because the house lady is attempting to fry some food or something. I hope she is not trying to fry her phone or some non-food item.
She got upset with me for starting just starting laundry even though I was home all day. I said I was trying to follow the rules which say that something to the kin laundry starts at four I think but I am not sure what the rules are.
My experience is different. When I lived in the city of Melbourne, FL it was a nice house on a small hill (rare in Florida) next to the Indian River Lagoon. It was a well-to-do neighborhood with big green lawns between the houses and lots of gardens, flowering bushes, Liveoak trees and palm trees. We had a few squirrels raid the birdfeeder hanging from the eaves of the house. Then it was suggested that the squirrels wouldn't bother the birdfeeder if they had enough food so I was sent outside to scatter in-the-shell peanuts on the lawn.
This appeared to work well for a while. the squirrels had a banquet and were cute to watch too. Flush with my success at calling wild animals to a banquet I then I tried hand feeding them. I would sit on the front stoop and hold out a peanut. Some of the braver squirrels would skitter close and eventually start taking them from my hand and bound away. Later they got braver and would sit near me while they ate the peanut or scamper away, hide the peanut and come right back. I began to recognize some of them and started giving them names. There was the crippled one, the one with gray hairs, the boisterous one, the timid one, and others. At times I had a dozen or more near me scrambling on me wanting more peanuts.
I continued to scatter peanuts in the yard and after a month or two of this we counted more than 30 squirrels bounding around the yard at one time. At feeding time we could see them coming in from the neighbors traveling by telephone and TV cable wires between the poles, and running in the gutter along the road, and from the woodsy area. Lines of them. Cafeteria was open! However none of this solved the raids on the birdfeeder for long and only served to make it worse because if we didn't scatter the peanuts (which were now getting expensive) they'd glom onto the birdfeeder en-masse. 
Then one day, as I sat on the stoop, I'd left the front door ajar. One of the braver squirrels realized that the peanuts always came through that door so there must be more inside. Before I knew it he and two of his friends were in the house and scared out of their wits as three hysterical female people started screaming and running around like beheaded chickens. I dropped my handful of nuts, rushed into the house and started opening every door and window that I could and joined the hysteria while trying to chase the squirrels out one opening or another. Do you realize how much damage a paniced squirrel can do when it finds itself trapped between a window screen and a venetian blind by a sweaty ape, or runs across a woman's bedroom table containing her chemical laboratory of smells, creams and powders?
The feeding of the squirrels and birds stopped on that day. 
Okay... I'm going to admit something.
I'm indifferent about Ziggy...
I know I complain, about stuff a lot, but 90% of the time it's done to illicit a smile or a "I've been there" or "yeah, I noticed that too..." kinda response.
In real life I'm actually fairly nice to people and try to be courteous and helpful... Yes, in real life I do get loud with bad people, it's how I grew up... I don't like bullies and trouble makers, but I always try to be nice and make people smile.
I think the complaining makes people think I'm mean and belligerent... I am but I keep that inside and only let it out on special occasions.
I don't hate doctors... Three of my friends are doctors and they complain about doctors too.
I'm not fond of squirrels, I've given many of them religious experiences via fright... But I generally just want them to stay away from my stuff. Unfortunately squirrels are really dumb and forget that you just threw an axe at them two minutes ago and they come right back.
Yes, I throw stuff at them (if I really wanted to hit them, I wouldn't be complaining about them so much as there would be far fewer squirrels to complain about)... I just want them to keep away from my stuff... Simple deal... But they are dumb and I have to keep chasing them.
I don't know if I mentioned this, but in the spring, I came across a young squirrel who went into my shop when I left the door open for a little while... I was walking over to the door and he (or she) comes strolling out like "oh hello and good day to you sir"... So I walked over to him (or her) and they didn't run away... In fact the tiny little idiot just sat there and looked at me as I kneeled down next to them... There was a genuine look of "hello... What can I do for you?" in its expression. This squirrel was fully within strangling distance, but instead I just asked it "are you kidding me?"... "Did the other squirrels put you up to this?"... "You realize we shouldn't be having this conversation?"...
Of course the squirrel's eyes said "why ever should we not be having this conversation?"...
"Look..." I said..."you are a squirrel and I'm a crazy angry lunatic... These sort of friendships only happen in Disney cartoons..."
I'll admit, I thought about trying to make friends with him... For a moment I envisioned me walking around with my little squirrel buddy on my shoulder, me making him tiny costumes, a little remote control jeep, even that jet pack I've always wanted... I pictured training him... I named him Timmy... I pictured me training Timmy to use squirrel propaganda to intimidate and drive away the other squirrels... I saw me and Timmy drinking beer and eating chips and salsa and making fun of bad sci fi movies...
Then I thought about poor Timmy and how he'd have to avoid other squirrels and only live a lonely existence with me... Granted he might eventually be good at fixing stuff, but he'd never know the joy of running in front of a car or having a family... Well, a squirrel family...
I saw poor Timmy grow old, filled with a deep sadness for never knowing hot funky squirrel love with another squirrel... I felt sad and a deep resolve came over me... So I looked at him and said "you are a cute little squirrel, but we can't be friends... Now let's just pretend this never happened and you go on your way and stay far away from me... Tell the other squirrels you barely escaped with you life and we'll be good... Got it?"
but timmy just stood there with a look of "what?... Why?"... I reached out to pet him and he didn't run, in fact the little moron looked curious... Halfway to petting his little head I made a swishing motion and said "hey, go... Get out of here... Shoo..."
I stood up but he didn't run... I went to nudge him with my foot and all he was look up at me like "Why?"... I made a stomping sound with my foot and he turned to scamper off, but only a few feet and he looked back...
Maybe in another timeline, maybe in a parallel universe me and Timmy were best buds... Maybe I had a whole pirate ship full of squirrels and we sailed the seven seas drinking rum and looting merchant chinchilla vessels... Maybe in that last glance backward Timmy recognized me and remembered that alternate us... Most likely he was just a really stupid squirrel, but he looked back that one last time and slowly scampered off... I walked after him halfheartedly cursing at him and making vague treats and insulting his lineage.
So yeah... I'm always complaining but I'm not mean... Don't be hurt or insulted if I make fun of stuff sometimes, it's just stuff, you can find humor in it or be indifferent...
Its like Ziggy... I don't hate Ziggy... (But he really is pantsless... That's fine, so am I sometimes)... (Okay... "Often") but I was just making light of the fact that at least around here he seems to appear in a lot of medical offices and hospitals... A lot.
Whatever... I don't know why I started writing this... I began it three hours ago, I wrote a little, put the iPad down picked it up wrote a little more based on where I thought I was going with this and then I put it down again and then forgot about it, and just found it again and decided to finish it up.
Round two for fire alarm! Is it the cook or the fire alarm????
I prefer the Worf and Jadzia Dax couple of Deep Space Nine. :) Deanna Troi and Will Riker where always meant to be.
dunno what a petard is, other than is not jean luc picard. dunno if i ever been hoisted by one.
...running W7 so it wasn't the OS. Most likely the drive was wearing out and something finally caused it to crash.
Pookas, benevolent or ebil?
I always love your posts, McGuyver! I was only having fun, too. I guess I don't do it right.
Dana
Means blown up by your own bomb.
What does petard mean in English?
a device containing explosives used to breach a wall, doors, etc.
The phraseology used (hoist by one's own petard) is shakesperian which is why it is not quite understandable. in modern english it means, as TJohn said, that the bomb-maker is blown up with his own bomb - so an ironic reversal or poetic justice.
i can appreciate irony
complaint dropped 20 degrees overnight 60F today brrrr
called my dayjob, tried to tell them i'd be back next week/ but, i'm not allowed to go back til my dr note says i can, which is whole nother week. who am i to argue with that logic


Power is out at home.
We are getting food for the staff.
Haha.. this is funny. My husband and i had 3 beautiful Pecan trees that were hybrid for the most delish pecans. Of all the years we have been here - only one nice crop--over 10 + years. Sad thing too is those little furry fiends will take a big bite outta one and drop it.. then it rots. You could hear the squirrels on the fence fighting and getting very territorial regarding our trees. We ended up cutting all 3 down a few years ago. I wonder what the farmers use? haha an electric grid or something? LOL
Complaint: Scraping bottom of barrel at the end of a pay month again.
Another 5 days to go and I must fight the urge to drive anywhere, or buy meals or groceries or even tempt myself with on-line auctions. Yeah, I have room on my credit card but I'm already unable to pay it off, like I always try to do, when the check does finally come. November and December are going to be tough pay months.
Non-complaint: I've already bought the things that were my pent up desires for the time being.
(Which is why I'm in the state I'm in) Now all I have to do is avoid car trouble & medical trouble for two months and I'll be back on budget and hopefully start putting something back into savings each month. 
Complaint: I just got the bill for my "AAA" road assistance service for next year. Arghhh.
But I have to have it. If I were to get stuck in the snow during the winter or have car trouble on one of my 200 mile mini-adventures I'd be hard pressed to pay for towing back to my familiar mechanic. The cost of a year of AAA service is half the price of a moderate length tow. Even simple things like a flat tire. I can't change a tire anymore, I'd keel over dead before I got the tire replaced. Insurance, bah! Can't live with it, can't live without it.
But the times I have needed it, they really saved the day.
Did I ever tell you my story of two cars axle deep in black swamp mud in a Florida driveway?
... AAA to the rescue!
There's not much I do on my car these days. A few weeks back, I changed the cabin air filter. That's the first maintenance I've actually performed in a while.
AAA is a great thing to have. One year I had to call them to get my wife's car out of the yard. I had just gotten a driveway gate with the new privacy fence. it was Thanksgiving holiday and I put her car in the yard to make more room for guests to park in the driveway. Two days later, when she wanted to go out somewhere...mud. It had rained and the ground was just mud. I couldn't believe it! I tried to back out and it immediately started digging in. Front tires just spun, there was no grip at all. I put a couple of boards under the tires, but it just threw them back and dug in more. Before I knew it, the body and front bumper were resting on the ground. AAA pulled the car out.
Dana
Really? No new posts since 5:37 pm on Friday?
Dana
Nobody wanted to talk to a bunch of stick-in-the-muds.
Sorry, for the absence I've been otherwise engaged. I've been DAZzing. I'm hoping that's y'all's excuse too.
Complaint: A couple of nights ago I tried sleeping on my stomach instead of my side but as I lay there, something slipped out of place in my spine and an electric shock raced through my left side. (major ouchy)
Once I'd extracted myself from that positition, the pain moderated and is still getting weaker but things are not back to normal yet. Getting old isn't worth the discount at the movies.
Non-complaint: I'm finding more and more free programs worth watching via my Amazon "fireTVstick". My visits to YouTube and NetFlix have gone way down. I've added so many programs to my watchlist that I won't be able to see them all in 30 days. I guess I'll have to keep my subscription to AmazonPrimeVideo after all. In fact I took advantage of their offer to let me use their full AmazonPrime service for the rest of my free 30 day trial. Which gives me access to music and free postage too. If I dump my ad-free subscription to NetFlix ($11/month) and switch to AmazonPrimeVideo ($9/month) or full AmazonPrime ($13/month) I may find it a tolerable monthly increase for access to watchable programs, music and saved postage.
And of course I'll keep YouTube via TV as long as it remains free and supported by fireTVstick otherwise I'll use the computer like everybody else.
One thing I'm sure of is that I'll never go back to regular broadcast TV via cable or satellite ($100/month). The advertisements drive me up the wall.
How do people stand them? It's like they're all mesmerized and conditioned to just accept them. It's like finally breaking the cigarette smoking habit and then walking into a home of smokers.
It's like escaping from a cult and then running into your old cultmates and they try their dogma on you again. 
no wantz cold fahrenheits, want more summer
During the summer people here were worrying because we had higher than usual temps and no rain, in what is normally a fairly rainy area. Now we are making up for it, with gales and constant heavy rain for nearly 2 days. Luckily I live up hill (1200ft uphill) and could watch the water running past making the road look like a shallow river. Elsewhere not so far away it is not so nice
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-45838058
Non-complaint: Well, wouldn't you know it? Right after my pledge to not buy food or groceries till payday, I saw an ad for BBQ chicken at below half price. The fire department in the town 5 miles north of me holds a couple BBQ feasts, picnic style, fund raisers during the summer and charges $12 for a "meal". Which is comprised of a quarter of a BBQ chicken, a stale bread roll, some potato salad or coleslaw or potato chips, some baked beans and coffee or milk and a tiny cookie.
They usually sell out within a half-hour or so but apparently because of the rain-outs this year they were left with a lot of chicken that didn't get cooked. So, to clear the freezers for next year they held a BBQ chicken take-away today for only $5.00. Nothing but chicken, a half-chicken nicely BBQ'd. Which is still cheaper than the other BBQ places that set up around the city during the summer that sell a half-BBQ chicken for $10. This was a no-brainer. I love BBQ chicken so I planned my driving route to take me to the little town BBQ sale where I picked up four halves which should last me at least a week as I pig out on wonderful BBQ chicken on potatoes, on toast with gravy, for snacks, and for sandwiches. Yum. Budget be damned! 
I was out today. We went to my nephew's little girl's birthday party at a Chuck-E-Cheese restaurant. Or should I call it an amusment park? Boy, and they say rock concerts are loud!
Dana
Another silent night! Is it something I said?
Dana
Non-complaint: I woke up this morning.
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Complaint: I also woke up 5 times last night.
I have no internet at home which is why I cannot post. I cannot stay at subway for too long. Just long enough to check in, and to find out why DS will not open without WiFi. So far computer is being slow.