Finally finished repainting the Lair’s porch, except for the roof over the stairs, which requires pulling the stairs away. I’ll do that bit when I set up the ladder to paint the wall over the bedroom addition. I’ve been working between rain squalls, Monsoon having pretty definitely arrived.
All the time I worked this morning this little guy kept me company…
Usually they beat feet whenever you get close, especially when you’re dragging big ladders back and forth a foot from their faces. But not this one.
I assume he’s a government spy. Only rational explanation, really…
“I assume he’s a government spy”
Nonchalantly position yourself near the little suspect and sotto voce “the chair is against the wall” followed by “John has a long mustache”. If black helicopters soon start orbiting on the horizon, then it proves either you were unfortunately right or the hermit life has made you quite delusional. Not sure which is preferable.
Nah, no glowies out where Joel lives, The little critter just found the warmest spot at the intersection of the two 2 x 4 beams and said f*ck it, I’m not movin.
I cannot imagine being on a ladder as a one-legged dude. Sounds like a recipe for risk.
Or, his feet are stuck in the paint….
It doesn’t react like a lizard because it’s actually a government spy robot. What appear to be eyes are actually high definition cameras. The tail is the transmitter antenna.
Black helicopters are probably just over the horizon. Tin foil is your only hope!
“Sounds like a recipe for risk.” (Commander Zero)
Maybe, but a testament to the adaptability of humans
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