Yes! And then hire giraffes.
Not gonna’ lie, I would go to a grocery store with giraffes.
On a random note, there is a local Asian grocery store, and I think they must not keep their delivery/service door closed often because there are always birds flying around the ceiling. Talk about a pet peeve! While I haven’t noticed any surprise gifts left behind from the birds, you know it’s had to have happened. This store has very tall ceilings, and the birds come and perch on the beams and pipes up high. You hear the Chinese pop muzak playing in the background, and it’s punctured by the singing and warbling of the confused birds who get stuck inside. Now that is a pet peeve!
I would go BECAUSE giraffes.
I would only go ON a giraffe.
Oh, man, now I want to ride a giraffe.
What about riding a giraffe while birds sing and circle around you as you go from aisle to aisle? Like part Disney-esque grocery shopping.
I’m up for on-purpose amusement park grocery shopping. With snacks.
So a sort of Cinderella/Lion King mashup? I’m down.
Bluebirds, too?
Disney from a different era.
On edit:
“Your honor, I would like to plead guilty to Misdemeanor Threadjacking, but it was a good childhood memory…”
Off the rails.
Wonder if it has to do with customer error. I know a time or two I haven’t gotten those to work exactly as I’d planned and ended up with approximately 10x of whatever compared to the objective.
You wouldn’t like my house. In the last year-ish, we’ve had bats get in and fly around 3 times. I frankly don’t like it either. I yell, run to the bedroom, close the door, and make my husband chase them out.
Oh no! We have bats that stay outdoors, thank you, and therefore we don’t have too many mosquitos. However, they deposit a lot of black guano everynight on part of our decking. I found two dead ones in the yard last week. I dunno of it was an echolocation failure or if an owl caught them (we have owls, too). FW&P weren’t concerned unless the bats were found indoors. I kept the cat inside until I went to dispose of them. But they were gone! I guess Mr. Stunk took off with them. We hear them in the eaves once in awhile and sometimes they oversleep and are on the upper exterior walls in the morning. Pussycat sits in one of the bedroom windows at night watching them fly around.
I don’t even see them flying around outside, particularly. So it is quite disconcerting that they are flying around inside. They might be in our attic crawlspace, but no one has been brave enough to look closely yet.
Well be careful if you go venturing in the attic!
Sometimes I think they just need to sleep of their very busy nights.
I was stuck on Samosir Island during the Indonesian Reformasi riots of 1998 and we spent our evenings at Samosir Cottages after dinner watching a bat come zipping back and forth, eating all the bugs he could find above the lights of the verandah. By midnight he was full of bugs and his zipping looked much more slow and stately. Then he would fly off to find a spot to hang out and we would toddle off to sleep.
That bat was our only source of entertainment. Suharto had shut off all the satellite communications so there was no TV and no local radio.
Around here, almost everyone drives. The “coin-deposit” carts (a quarter dollar) are to avoid paying an employee to round them up from a giant parking lot–people bring them back to the corral to get their quarter back (or “sell” them to someone who just arrived and parked near them).