So, this is what winter has reduced me to. Me, who hates hunting and opposes any form of animal cruelty ruduced to fantasizing about murdering metaphorical lions. There is just so much wrong with that.
For the first time ever, even Farm Buddy keeps talking about wanting to go to Florida for a week. Even her unending, chirpy optimism has dimmed and the mutterings are starting to sound an awful lot like red rum, red rum these days.
Anybody know the best way to do away with lions?