The trainee got the hint and spit out the tobacco on his break. So I was nice and sent the lengthy reading home where someone could help him.
My blue hen is still alive so I'm going to wash her eyes out again and make her drink more antibiotics.
A chick is currently zipping in the bator, totally foiling my Musical Eggs Plan. If the chick hasn't hatched by 5pm I will implement the plan anyway. I'd rather that than have DH come home to 13 shipped eggs on the kichen counter.
He'll find out eventually, but by then there will be half as many. Chicken Math for Husbands is strictly delivered on a need-to-know basis. Like when there's actual fluffy butts. And if he notices they don't look like current fluffy butts, only that would take giving a splort, which he doesn't. Its the eggs on the counter kind of things he notices...
Buffy, I killed the thread earlier, so it was just your turn.
And yes, eating requires killing unless you're one of those breathaholic type dieters. And even they probably suck in thousands of free-floating airborne microbes. Before they drop dead, that is.
Ya'll have a good evening. I may wander back, depending on chores.