Comments | dragonlily: Agh.

dragonlily

Agh.

Apr 28, 2005 15:09

I HATE THE DUCKS. HATE HATE HATE. I wish they would find somewhere else to live.

A pair of them were just doing the dirty deed of ducks under the holly bush in front of our house. Now I want to puke.

They gross me out enough just by standing there; do they really have to do the duck nasty SIX FEET FROM MY FRONT DOOR?!

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yummycarm April 28 2005, 20:10:02 UTC

LOL I know I don't really want the answer to this, but how the hell do ducks hump? Just wondering ;D

dragonlily April 28 2005, 20:15:49 UTC

LOL Well, I opened the door, and the male duck immediately started hissing really loudly at me. It sort of looked like a larger-than-usual two-headed duck, but it took me a second to realize that there was a female duck squished under him. That was when I turned around so they could collect themselves. And of course, they're doing this when I go outside to walk Austin in from the bus stop.

F***ing ducks. Literally.

actinide April 29 2005, 00:13:11 UTC

You should ask Dave about the cats that used to do the dirty on our doormat while we lived in the townhouse. It used to piss him off.

dragonlily April 29 2005, 01:33:16 UTC

LOL, that was a good story! Dave gets an A+ for his interpretation of the story. I felt like I was there with the awful cats.

That must've sucked, though. Cats make such a racket when they're in the throes of lust...

I'm just still trying to erase the mental image of those ducks. Agh.

actinide April 29 2005, 01:37:05 UTC

I have to admit, it was funny as much as it was irritating. It was even funnier (and more irritating) that they came back for a second round.

TskTsk smaggams April 30 2005, 15:37:42 UTC

(Sorry California hippie moment insuing)
You were allowed to witness the beauty of nature and you get all puritain? aw they were just doing what ducks do. Poor little things, you proabably scared them. You seem to have some duck agressions, this might be worked out if you are honest with us about the childhood trauma that left you scarred, it's ok we have all had that time in our very distant past where an older sibling thought it would be a fun time to give you the whole loaf of bread and trip you in front of the geese, huge evil pecking geese! Breathing return to happy place in and out deep breaths. If talking doesn't help try cooking one, availible in most gorcery store. Just prick the skin so the fat will drain, rub it inside and out with olive oil, orange zest, garlic, rosemary, salt, and pepper to taste. Roast in 350 degree oven till juices run yellow with the faintest touch of pink.