"The feather remains you found are likely the leftovers of a Coopers hawk's dinner. We have one that hangs out in our elm trees along with an occasional group of doves. Boy, are doves stupid. Coopers hawks are agile enough to hunt under the tree…"
"My dad would street race one of these in Dallas to make money to date my mom. Apparently he was an East-Central Texas legend. My mom said when they were driving to Austin for their honeymoon there were guys everywhere they stopped that knew who my…"
"I grew in Dallas in the '60s and our spot was Salih's. Here I use to like Ribs but since they closed I haven't found a place I'd return to. My daughter says Big Johns is good but I have yet to try it. Now I mostly make my own."
I was gonna admit the weevils were a lie earlier on, but then somebody posted about rubbing kerosene on your body, which just egged me on. I came clean finally, though. We still got this poor girl shaking out her shoes before she gets dressed though.