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Box Elder bugs

When I was a kid there was a box elder tree on the fence line between my house and the neighbor. Millions upon millions of what I've always called fire bugs (box elder bugs). Anyway, Hitler was to Jews what I was to fire bugs. Hundreds upon hundreds of days spent killing them in new and creative ways.

I'm surprised I didn't turn out to be a serial killer. There's still time I guess.
 
Gameface said:
When I was a kid there was a box elder tree on the fence line between my house and the neighbor. Millions upon millions of what I've always called fire bugs (box elder bugs). Anyway, Hitler was to Jews what I was to fire bugs. Hundreds upon hundreds of days spent killing them in new and creative ways.

I'm surprised I didn't turn out to be a serial killer. There's still time I guess.
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How is it that Franklin drunk is smarter than all of us put together?

In the city, the trees usually need professional removal. The power company took out one for me, I should probably call them to discuss removal of another. . . .
 
babe said:
How is it that Franklin drunk is smarter than all of us put together?

In the city, the trees usually need professional removal. The power company took out one for me, I should probably call them to discuss removal of another. . . .
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Most of the tree was on the neighbor's side of the fence. The tree had grown into the fence. Besides, If we had gotten rid of the tree what would I have done for fun?

(I was 4-7 when I did all this)
 
This thread reminds me the days of my student-home life with my two friends and a few million ants. It was the classic ant invasion story. Everything had started with the kitchen, then they were everywhere. My buddies were ruthless and trying lots of ethnic cleansing experiences against them. Whilst I was too soft hearted for it and just trying to carry them one by one to the garden. After a while, that was quite tiresome for me, lol.

Eventually, I was the first one who surrendered completely and began to leave little food pieces on the corners for them, on the sly. Then my friends followed my route too. We lived in together in peace for a couple of years. Then I graduated and had to move out. It was hell of a long farewell day, I swear.
 
Gameface said:
When I was a kid there was a box elder tree on the fence line between my house and the neighbor. Millions upon millions of what I've always called fire bugs (box elder bugs). Anyway, Hitler was to Jews what I was to fire bugs. Hundreds upon hundreds of days spent killing them in new and creative ways.

I'm surprised I didn't turn out to be a serial killer. There's still time I guess.
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Meh. I think every little boy has done such things to bugs. Mine was grasshoppers. There were millions of them where I grew up. We'd burn them with magnifying glasses, skewer them with pine needles, tie them to stones drown them, put gas on them and light them, drop them in used motor oil and pretend they were dinosaurs escaping tar pits, yada, yada, yada.

So far I haven't had the urge to kill and eat anybody. There's still time I guess.
 
Gameface said:
Most of the tree was on the neighbor's side of the fence. The tree had grown into the fence. Besides, If we had gotten rid of the tree what would I have done for fun?

(I was 4-7 when I did all this)
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I have no room to rag you on this one. All I was saying is how Franklin could see through the whole OCD insect torture gig doing the job one- at- a timey style and swear at us morons and tell us to get rid of the trees. . .

I used to have wars against flies in the barn, ants all over the block, grasshoppers in the field. . . . . etc etc etc. Thank God for birds. I love swallows.
 
Gameface said:
Besides, If we had gotten rid of the tree what would I have done for fun?
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Playing tricks on old ladies in the grocery. Getting chix. Plotting annually about fighting the rival school but never actually doing it. Soak tennis balls in gasoline and play hot potato. Make some new bombs. Watch for chix on that old fuzzy semi-pron premium cable channel. Mow lawns for money to buy new bomb products. Go swimming, try to get chix, don't get chix. Try to cut your hair in a way that makes you look retarded to adults, ugly to chix, but cool in your own mirror. Steal your moms fitness magazines with chix. Plot pranks on the cops that you'll never actually try. Shoot .22s at telephone wires in the foothills. Try to rent chix movies from locally owned movie store.

Fire, guns, chix, pranks, chix, chix.
 
My neighbors had a detached shed full of grains that attracted mice, who bred and built mouse heaven. It was nasty. You walk in there and see at least 50 mice in the open and hundred behind everything. We went in once armed with pool sticks and clubbed probably 100 of them.

We plotted to catch some and launch them with balloon launchers at the police station but never actually did it. If I were a kid again I doubt I would pass this opportunity up twice.
 
Good stories, Frank. I didn't think I could possibly respect you any more .. you proved me wrong.
 
If this trend continues, we should be at "puppy massacre" before noon.
 
Is that before or after Cats? Cat's could take a while, so not sure about noon, besides it's after noon already. Let's get a move on folks.
 
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