A exhausted rabbit is a happy rabbit 🙂

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@poddster wrote:

6 years of drought 😞 Bugs needs a female companion;)

 

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he's had the snip 🙂

Poor Bugs, cut off in his prime

this is so funny...thank you all.

I have 3 dogs...plus 2 temp. boarders...and 2 cats. and numerous pet cockroaches...doesn't matter what I do they still appear. healthy and hearty.

Gill perhaps i could direct a few legions of my army ants your way to solve the cockroach problem. A spoonful of sugar is all they need, it takes away the foul taste of cockroach. 🙂

My territory  has been officially declared (by me) a Wild Life Refuge.  Lorikeets, galahs, soldier birds, indian mynahs (I detest them) kookaburras, a willy wagtail nest on the clothesline,  the odd sea eagle and pelicans soaring in the airspace above.  CICADAS !!! Concrete  lizard. 2 ponds of multiplying cold water goldfish and associated frogs.  And...spiders that bite (medical procedure involved.....but that's another story).

The refuge continues to the interior quarters where some of the recalcitrant Poddster-creatures have ventured on the odd occasion. Cockroaches have sought the dark inner depths too.  I venture to say that I don't have bed bugs. 

As a Xmas festive feature, I "santa snowed" the cobwebs but they have since been confined elsewhere  (the bin).  Silly me, I should have left them up for Valentine's Day bunting.

Now that is what I would call someone in tune with the web of life 🙂

Ahh cicadas, those annoying noisy bugs that live in a hole in the ground.

There is a creature worse than that though, it is the cicada impersonator, it too lives in a dingy hole in the ground. It's shrill discordant shreek is many decibels above the standard cicada, in it's attempt to imitate the standard cicada it distorts the the cicada song and attempts to drown out all other sound but its own. Unlike the standard cicada it's lifespan seems to go on forever

Zero pets here at the moment.  After years of cats, dogs, fish, birds, diamond pythons,  chooks etc., it's sort of liberating 

Five daughters and numerous grandchildren are an excellent substitute 

I had a haggis once, och the puur wee beastie.

Because of the 2 short legs on one side and the 2 long ones on the other (for running around the sides of mountains)  it got a wee bit  discombobulated because it could only run in one direction, left.

To cut a tragic story short the wee creature had to be consigned to the pot because of its inability to go any other direction than left.

His name was Eric. RIP yuur wee scunner.