I’ve seen crows dropping walnuts onto streets then going back for the goodies after traffic cleared.
I marvel at the origins of how many of the things we consume were discovered safe to eat. Olives and acorns for example.
Just who was it who looked at civet scat and think, “There’s good coffee there.”?
At all times.
If rocks can be pets, so too can mechanical spiders.
It’s not about good or bad. It’s all about the vibes.
Had a music prof at uni who, in the 50’s, chaperoned student dances. He said he always encouraged the bands to play loudly because the students enjoyed that the best. Something he felt had to do with the physical resonance of the sound waves. A chaotic salve to their adolescent bodies.
“A giant attack wheelchair with a machine gun onnit.”
I nominate this for the next super hero in the DC Universe.
He wouldn’t have gotten himself into this situation if he had brought along a coxswain.
Pretty much my career in Little League. A home run, on errors, was all I needed. Never went back. (Every player, trying to throw me out, kept over-throwing the base players.)
If the villain, in Fargo, had used the Kid-Mulcher 4500, he may have gotten away with it.
I’ve been considering giving rocks as a choice over candy. But the rocks I’ll be giving are fossils.