Ah yes, good old Livry, who would have been fine if people living in an age where they were constantly exposed to open flames had just been taught to stop-drop-roll.

I knew, but I grew up with a big raccoon population constantly trying to eat the food of our equally large cat population. The creep factor is that they look so much like HUMAN hands.

I've been seeing this story around for a few days, and not one of the articles has a picture of the new room. It's very disappointing.

Well, that was entertaining until the sudden switch to grinding baby chickens alive. Nice call, there.

Adorable creature. That guy, however, makes me feel stabby.

the string is coming out of the wrong end of that tampon. Obviously designed by and for a man.

It's fascinating, I just wish they weren't clamoring around in undoubtedly protected and assuredly fragile tide pools like a bunch of drunken teenagers. Look, don't touch, guys.

Knits. She KNITS the wax yarn together. Weave implies an entirely different procedure and outcome.

I don't think it's the words, or even the familiarity of the voice. As a kid I learned I could summon every feral and stray cat within an acre by calling "kitty kitty kitty" in that weird sing-song way. I wonder what they think they are hearing that makes them so excited?

Sounds like Dad is a controlling jerk, but whatevs

when you have a nicer blow-out than the literal princess you are imitating...

"like an edible ice cream cone"... like... every ice cream cone? Actually LESS edible than an ice cream cone?