November 10, 2011
This will only end well

Bison rides in car to pub, chugs beer
Jim and Bailey usually hop around town in their Buffalo-mobile, a sedan transformed into a convertible by taking out the front and back seats, the roof, the windows and the windshield, so Bailey can be comfortable.
(via Laughing Squid)
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Oh, Jesus.
Garrett, this is brilliant.
A guy I interviewed for the first film had a pet deer (a buck that shared the living room and drank iced tea). Sadly, the buck got ornery around mating season and he had to kick him out, before I was able to film him.
Onnery. Around mating season.
Personally, I think it was the iced tea.
Sweet or un-sweet?
More meat and tea, ma’am.
Sweet.
You’ve got a twelve ounce roll and you’ve got three men that weigh over two-hundred pounds a piece, a bison, a woman that’s a little plump Scotch girl, and a daughter who’s thirteen, and you’re going to try to take a twelve ounce roll of sausage and a couple of dozen eggs and feed that — it ain’t going to work — and I’m not going to purchase your product any more or ever again.
We had a mouse in the house, under the sink. Day before yesterday, I noticed some spore. I opened the corner cabinet, next to the sink, we hardly open up anymore.
Oh, we had things in there a mousey might like nibbling on. Things we had not seen for years. (I threw away a ziplock containing cornmeal that expired in 2008, among other “newer” things.)
The bottom of the cabinet a mess. I put on a mask and gloves and tasked myself with cleaning it out. After, I went across the street to Sutherland’s and bought traps.
This morning, I found under the sink, a perpretrator, trapped, dead. He was big for his mouseness.
Fuckin’ freaked me out. I was all like, “Eew, eew, eew?” Tossed him, trap and all in the trash. (Thank god, today was trash day.)
I have more traps. “Is this all there are?” is what I’m thinking.
(For the record, I’ve seen Charlie nosing cabinet doors, where I’m talking about, for the last few days. I should have seen it coming before now.)
I can’t imagine cleaning up after a “big” animal.
Wonder what Bailey would do if I walked into that bar with two fists of rattlesnakes.
Update: three more today. That’s all the traps I bought. Tomorrow I’ll be back at Sutherland’s first thing. Four more.
Danny asked, “Why don’t you just leave the cabinet doors open for Charlie to do?”
“Well,” I said, “Frankly, I don’t want to clean up the mess.”
Plus Charlie’s gettin a little long-in-the-tooth. I don’t trust him to get ‘em. Not that he wouldn’t try.
Charlie needs an assistant. I’d be happy to help him interview some prospective cats.