NOT funny. I remember getting my right thumb crunched in my now 31 year old 240 Volvo SW. Took a long time for a new thumb nail to grow. But I managed to play my 5-string & tenor banjos.
Way back in 1940 my folks would take me to ‘feed the deer’ in a nearby NJ town where deer were in a fenced in place in the woods. What a treat to see these wonderful animals come up & take food from our hands.
Back in the 50s some guys at Brown University to apart a student’s MG sports car & put it back together in his room. It never ran right when taken apart a second time to be back on the road. Student had to buy the student a new MG.
We never let our cats outdoors when we lived in Overland PK Kansas, & especially when we relocated to AZ desert territory in Catalina far North of Tucson.
Gotta love Wiley’s Cats