I bit one once and chipped my tooth. Been using plastic forks since. Hurt like a mother trucker.

Geckos literally bark and scream. They're mouthy when they're in a mood. It's pretty cute when the little guys do it.

Right? I've taken a bite from a tokay and it is by far one of the worst bites I've personally taken from a reptile. They do not let go. Only gecko I take seriously when they bark.

More mushrooms growing wild, more people harvesting those mushrooms, more people mistaking edible varieties for toxic ones.

This is why multiple subreddits have rules against identifying plants as edible. People make mistakes. Frequently.

It's a bug. If you're on mobile, head into settings>apps>reddit and force stop the app. Relaunching it often fixes the problem. If that doesn't work a quick uninstall and reinstall ought to sort you out.

You should post a work in progress shot. For reasons. 🙂

My cats were over the moon about it. No more rotating feeding schedules, no more exhausted mom, no more days without a seizure buddy. Both of my cats with disorders did so much better. Bean got over her behavioral disorder and her twin sister got more regular physical therapy which improved her mobility and subsequently her mood.

There were some tensions when I had to go back to work, but most of the benefits from my time home have stayed. No regression for either kitty for the most part!

I'm just reminded of a severe ice storm when I was younger that knocked out out power for a little over a week. Every winter since I have been a little antsy since my dad was under prepared. We stayed warm and managed to eat during the horrific temperatures, but we couldn't flush the toilet. 4 people to one toilet for over a week becomes a mess you really don't want to have to clean. We were just lucky the fireplace wasn't removed when the house was renovated.

We also couldn't access our well under the ice and snow, so a tub of water would have come in handy. My new house is older than my old house and the pipes freeze up pretty frequently. Mostly, the water intake line to my toilet freezes. Total pain in the rumpkus.

I should have specified the tip was for well and pump systems as well as areas expecting negative temps without infrastructure to keep their pipes from freezing. Mostly a tip for rural users.

Ty! I bought a countertop oven to get me through for christmas, so I'll be able to make some cookies soon

Electric. Was baking one night when the heating coil not only ruptured, but went full meltdown. That left just the broiler and stovetop functioning. Ordered a new coil and went on my way. Was making cheesesteaks one night and started to warm the broiler to melt the cheese and toast the rolls while the last of the goods were cooking on the stove.

There was a flash and a large pop and that was it. She hasn't worked since. That makes 2 coils that need replaced and a fuse somewhere that I cannot find because there is no user manual anywhere for my oven, though you can pay the manufacturer for a digital copy online. Just saving up for a new one at this point.

It blew up. Saving up for a new one.

But now I want the kind with jam in the middle. My oven being dead is killing me.

She should never have had concrete poured onto the deck during conversion to a passenger ship. It really just gave the Eastland a flatter, more usable deck for people. The only benefit was not having to build a whole new ship and making money.

She wasn't poorly designed for what she was intended for. She was a cargo ship I believe. It was the modifications to make her a passenger ship and a defective ballast system. The captain had managed her well despite her issues for many years. It was a combination of over confidence and I'm assuming grief on the captain's part. He refused to leave her as she rolled over and it was honestly a battle to remove him from her hull.

She was however the wrong ship for the job. That may boil down to just pure greed.

I have watched it! I knew a bit before seeing the video, but the additional details from AAM were sobering.

It wasn't just the life boats that caused this either. It had a solid cement deck which left her top heavy and was known for having issues staying level in the water. It was never built to be a passenger ship and couldn't bear the load of the near 1000 guests at the upper levels. Many had commented on the ship being dangerous and a warning had been issued to the captain that she was lurching before all of the passengers had even boarded. He chose to ignore the warning. He also argued that rescuers couldn't cut into the hull to save trapped passengers, though I can't remember his reasoning.

The whole situation was a horrific yet avoidable tragedy.

Good news for my neighbors! We live on the water and there is a large colony in the walls of my home. Their health gets checked pretty regularly and they're a pretty large breeding group.

I was given the "it's a really bad idea to relocate this group" by the bat conservationists and I decided they make good tenants.

Definitely wait for them to reply before hitting them with the OF. Nothing brings more traction to an OF account than controversy, after all.

They likely sent you images from another victim so that if you threaten to release their images it'll just hurt the other person rather than the scammer while also making the images untraceable for the average person.

These types of scammers are working on an out of date fear. People these days don't care if those images get sent to others since online dating is now perfectly acceptable behavior and just makes the scammer look like more of a POS. Tell the scammer it'll make for a great teaser promo for your onlyfans account.

I wretch my hands and take a deep breath...

"Father, I have something to confess..."

I feel sweaty and cold at the same time, my hands slick. Surely this is actual torture.

"Yes, my child" softly spoken from behind the thin wall, laced with carvings throughout.

"I'm uncomfortable" I murmur.

"Surely that isn't what you've come here to tell me" He chuckled.

Dastardly man. What do you confess even? What's a sin so mild I can bring it up but not be condemned? The human is gay, but that's a big sin to the humans, no? That'll make me look bad. I can tell the silence is growing too long, so I quickly blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:

"I KICKED THE CAT! Uh, well, no. I tripped. I tripped on the cat!" Oh God damn it...

"Was this an accident?"

"Well I didn't see him. He blends in with the dark. I was going upstairs and it's so dark." Do I even own a cat? I haven't even had the body that long. The first few weeks in these things are hazy.

"Have you apologized to the cat? Have you asked for forgiveness in prayer? I doubt he blames you for an honest mistake, they're as smart as the devil."

I sense he's about to go full scripture on me. Undoubtedly there is a verse about cats in their silly book. I can't have him preaching to me all day. I'm getting hungry and these things are always hungry. If you don't eat they make awful noises. I've decided I need to make a hasty exit before he begins.

"I haven't. I haven't apologized to the cat. I'll head straight home and do that now!" I exclaim as I grab my miserable satchel of racket.

"Of course, my chi--" I cut him off as I bolted out of the booth.

"Okay. Home. We're going home. Which way is home? Human, you've got to tell me where I'm going, I need to feed you." To the left, idiot. "Oh, aren't you a peach today." I want bacon. "Are you even allowed to have that?" That's jews, you ass. "God, never leave this shell, you're a wealth of information. Where do you want to go for bacon?"

"WENDY'S" I hear rattle like an explosion within me.

Okay, we'll go to wendy's...

I honestly kind of like her, you know. She's feisty but doesn't hate me being around. She hungers like a beast from the pits, though. Her taste in food is pretty good, but I am entirely certain what we ate will be the death of us. I may just stay a bit longer. Just for a little while...

"Father, I must confess something to you..."

I sat in the silence of the cathedral for hours contemplating how to go about my next move, waiting for everyone to just leave so I could lie, but I knew if I didn't it would only be a matter of time before I was found out. We take the Catholics, the priests, the virgins. It's our whole gig. Inflict the most pain by tempting the most devout. But this one was easier to get into. The fit was better, you could say. A dejected daughter of a devout family. A lesbian, go figure. Catholic in name only, as to not upset her folks.

She hadn't come out to them, had kept her head down and came to service every sunday. It's so much easier to climb into the bodies of those lacking faith. They fight less. No prayers to be saved and the like. But they're insistent I go to church. I must confess my sins because I'll burn for eternity if I don't. What a laugh. I sat around hoping I could lie about doing confessional but every blue hair in the pews knows exactly who I am. Don't they have somewhere to be? They've been here all day. A lie is no good if it can be easily disputed.

Needless to say, I needed everyone to think this one was an upstanding member of the church or I won't make a bang. Defeats the purpose.

Suddenly, above the soft jingling of rosaries and murmurs of prayer arose the sound of the massive doors creaking to life. The priest has come out of his cloister. "Shit" I groaned. Off to the booths he went, the little old lady in front of me turns to look at me as if she knew. No one else stood for confession and as I considered just booking it, the hag sharply whispered "Go on. I'll go after you."

Fuck. I grabbed my bag, filled with trinkets that made an awful clatter as it shifted. I gave away my position with keys and cell phone charms. What awful things these humans carry. As I stood I attempted to move my tail below my skirt, forgetting it's not even there anymore. Now I look like I've caressed my own rump and tried to cover for it by straightening my skirt. Why is everyone looking at me? Nosey vermin. I trotted off to the booth in a hurry, rattling and clanking the whole way. Why do I make so much noise?! Even the door to the confessional is so loud. Why are the chairs in here solid wood? Is this actually a torture chamber?

My thoughts interrupted by the sliding of a panel, the priest indicating he's ready to listen...