The Lair’s paint came in a big heavy expensive 5-gallon jug courtesy of Big Brother, so I needed something less cumbersome to work with when I was doing brushwork. Settled, naturally enough, on an empty #10 Mountain House can. When I was done I poured the surplus back into the jug, set the can upside-down on an old board in the yard, and then peeled the cured remains off the tin later for re-use.
But now I guess I’ll have to find another can…
Seriously, cattle? Seriously?
Long-time readers will recall that, in addition to their usual gifts of cowpies and chewed-flat yard plants, this isn’t their first act of pointless material destruction.
you are thinking about it in entirely the wrong way Joel…..
here is a much more encouraging approach
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Oh, there are severe legal and financial penalties involved with (getting caught) doing that. The nice thing about moving to “free range” country is the dawning realization that every shit-stained cow you see has more civil rights than you do.
When dealing with cows, recall . . .
Heinlein’s Razor — “You have attributed conditions to villainy that simply result from stupidity.”
Hanlon’s Razor – “Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.”
“The cause of evil is stupidity, not malice.” – Ayn Rand
When dealing with cattlemen, the expression might be amended . . . “but don’t rule out malice.”