$70,000 for a night or two, I’d believe.
A peregrine falcon can dive after its prey at 241 mph (the record.)
My dad would have loved this. He was 93. He passed last night.
“You and I need to,” not, “You and me need to…”
Actually, it looks like a shout-out to Shel Silverstein’s poem about the turtle on the beach that thought it had found true love: a plaid turtle! (A bagpipe.) But the only sound it made in response was Aah YOO Gah!
This is why New York passed its Son of Sam law: so that creeps like that guy couldn’t profit off their crimes while stewing in jail.
Squirrels are watched like hawks by jays, who wait for them to leave and then steal the nuts they just planted. So sometimes the squirrels fake them out by pretending to bury their nut but actually stashing it somewhere else. As for the person above talking about them planting trees, they do, but about 2/3 of the time they bite it before burying it to make it so it can’t germinate—and either rot or sprout. They want it to stay food.
Artichokes are thistles.
I once had to use a wheelchair ramp that had a sticker on it that helpfully said TOP so you would know which end to put where. Only, it had been put on the wrong side and I didn’t notice, with the result that I had 170 pounds of ramp and power chair land in a collapsed V right on my foot. A dozen years later I still feel it.