Ha! Mine was similar, ‘cept the anglais was first, it being ON.
Smallpox here too, yo. Also, I think, polio?Unfortunately I had all the rest of ‘em: measles, mumps, rubella, scarlet freaking fever, chicken pox. Happily my genetic-mutt-mix let me get this far. But ain’t no way kermujin jr. was gonna navigate those waters. Only thing I did was push his vax dates a little later.
We have huntsmen in the house pretty often and the kids were bought up not to be scared of them. They’re huge and impressive (we often get them spanning 10-15cm) but not venomous* and timid, and don’t come down the wall any lower than leaping-cat range. Possum eating? That’s a whole new level of badass.
When the kids were little they used to celebrate when “Hunty” returned after an absence, and I could never admit they were almost certainly looking at last year’s Hunty’s daughter.
Once we had a Badge Huntsman in the house - smaller and more colourful and capable of a nasty (but not fatal) bite. This one was only about 7cm across.
*at least, not to humans
Holy shit, that is terrifying. Australia: Where everything is terrifying.
That’s polenta and cous-cous off the menu, just in case.
Nightmare fuel, man. Just… uggh… no.
Hot desk hell: Staff spend two weeks a year looking for seats in open-plan offices
Queue baa, Libra: People will buy what Facebook’s selling. They shouldn’t, but they will
Seen in Darwin, Australia. A poster carefully adorned with Male presenting-nipple stickers. If they were female I expect they’d have been taken down.