Snuggles, Struggles, and Franny.

Although we’ve started calling Struggles by new names such as Yappy Jackie, Gob, and Screamer.

I was a child, don’t remember much about her other than the bitch took our milk at school.

You’re welcome

Any time my parents, on Whatsapp video, want to turn the camera round to show me something.

I comment loads, but I’m a girl. For science!

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It gets boring to worry. Now I just view it as a cosy box that I’ll occasionally have to patch up. Also, getting comfortable with DIY, especially that first scary ‘dive in’ moment where you have to cut the wire, drill the wall, or pull up the board. Over time it all just gets as normal and run of the mill as cracking an egg for an omelette.

Look into native plants. There are so many edible things that you can just leave in the wasteland that is your yard and they’ll take over. Here in Tennessee we have pawpaws and maypops for fruit, tomatoes that pop up randomly, garden greens like wood sorrel and lambs quarters, and a bunch of other things that absolutely take over given half a chance. Sure, if you try and grow the seed packets from your local Lowes you’ll have issues with pests and whatnot, but there is so much more food out there than these varieties.

Yeah, me either. The people responding to you aren’t talking about just abandoning them, I totally get people who have to rehome a pet or the case of the cat going mental and escaping. Struggles was allowed to roam outside and the guy said he was worried she’d get hit by a car in the new place. He told us he had multiple attempts to make her an inside cat that failed, and in the two weeks leading up to the move she was in our yard every day (his yard backs up to ours). He came and got her one week before, and literally by the evening she was back outside. Then moving day came and went, she hung out with us all the time, and I get a message that she wouldn’t come to him so he left her. He said he’d try again a week later but he never checked in. I literally could have handed her to him, so there was absolutely no credibility to his attempts.

The reason she hung out with us is so clear now. She is incredibly needy and loving, she loves human warmth, laps, and cuddles. She had a UTI and fleas that needed attention. She loves wet food and playing with the red dot. My neighbor left her outside in storms (she waIted by his back door for hours), said she hated wet food (aka he never tried) and once described her loving side as “she sat on the couch with me for the evening!” - he had no clue about the cat she actually is, so he adopted some cute kittens and moved away and left her.

Yeah, I have little patience for people who abandon good cats.

omg the little hidey face

Your little bozo has a beautiful face.

I’ve eaten 6 of the ones on your list! Hoping to add morels very soon.

Black staining polypore is also one that is super easy to ID, the very edges are edible, the inside fronds get very tough, but you can cook those up to make a phenomenal goth broth that works well in chicken noodle soup.

My dad bought me a $300 ice cream maker - it actually churns out really delicious soft serve style ice cream with barely any work. The issue is it’s about 100 lbs, the size of a small HVAC unit, and I put it away in our basement storage area. At this point it’s less effort to just buy the damn ice cream.

If I were in your shoes…

Same 🚀

Nah I’m with you on this. I have this weird set of interests that align me well with Lemmy, but also as a dirtbag couch goblin who binges reality TV like my life depends on it. I feel like Lemmy can get a little uh… holier than thou about it and I don’t feel like I have any trashy echo chambers anymore. I miss Instagram reality and all the snark subs tbh.

They have these for bikes, I’ve not looked too far into it, but maybe that would work?

That’s the one I remember (but as “all three buttons and start”) but I have no clue what it actually did.

My dad would always say “don’t say sorry, DO sorry”. The apology will be present in your words and actions.

I was you two years ago. Then I took a photo of a strange mushroom and posted it online, only to be told it was a choice lions mane and an incredibly valuable and delicious find. Cue four hours consuming all the resources I could to make sure this thing wouldn’t kill me, before eating the tiniest nibble and waiting 24 hours. Yep, it was delicious alright, and because I survived the night, I ate more. I fried it in garlic butter and threw it in soups, I dehydrated it and used it as a thickener. I found more and ate more. Then I learned about chicken of the woods - very distinct with no dangerous lookalikes. Another delicious experience. And so I bought some books. And went on more hikes. Turns out, what I had thought of as danger was just lack of knowledge. I know not to walk in front of a moving car, despite them being all around. Learn what not to eat, learn the ones that can be confused, learn the ones you can’t really fuck up IDing, and it’s not as scary as it seems.