From the show I saw, the early choice was between foxes that would immediately try to kill you versus foxes that would be willing to let you live. The floppy ears and curly tails happened very gradually in the process.
The “not selected” foxes were snarling and snapping and generally being nasty as hell.
The coolest thing about that experiment is that just selecting for tame and docile foxes also caused them to develop floppy ears and curled tails.
We need another banana for scale.
Imagine for a moment if the fortune spent on the failed wars in Iraq and Afghanistan was instead invested in reducing our dependence on oil.
Operation Man-Baby Tantrum.
Unethical life pro tip there. “Steal from volunteers” shouldn’t inspire any sympathy for you from anyone.
If you’re going to steal, steal from Home Depot.
Both. Malice inspired poor training.
My oldest has no children and works fully remote.
When the pandemic started, his company decided to have everyone work from home. They very quickly discovered that they were just as productive, and the owner decided it made sense to dump their office space.
A group of employees decided to go on vacation together, while still working. Since they are all remote, they didn’t actually have to work from home. They got an Airbnb with good Internet, worked during the day, and saw the sites and had fun together after work.
If you’re remote and you miss that sense of community, reach out to your coworkers and ask them if they want to hang out after work. It’s possible they don’t and you’ll be disappointed. It’s also possible that they feel the same way but didn’t know they could do something about it.
Either you’ll be the hero that saved everyone from their solitary existence, or you’ll have to accept that they don’t want to hang out with you.
Just cover the entire floor with a layer of kitty litter.
Another story, same cat:
I was installing a window unit air conditioner. Step one, pull the unit out of it’s shell. Step two, mount the empty shell in the window. Step three, install the unit back in the mounted shell.
Later as we were enjoying the new coolness of the house, we discovered the cat was missing. I figured out pretty quickly that the little pain in the ass jumped through the empty shell and out the window when I turned around to pick up the unit and finish the install.
Both our cats were indoor-only cats. The older cat would have been able to feed himself, but he also wouldn’t have been stupid enough to go outside in the first place. She in particular did not know how to survive. She got her ass kicked by a beetle once.
We were leaving on vacation the next day. We printed up signs, put them around the neighborhood, and I figured she was gone for good.
When we got back, there was a message on the answering machine that someone had found her, and put her inside our enclosed side porch with a bit of cat food.
We checked, and she was there on the porch. Skinny, dirty, and stupid, but alive.
That’s pretty lucky. Years ago I was adding a ceiling fan and opened a wall in the attic to run the electrical line.
That led to meowing coming from the walls. Luckily we were able to convince her to come out an access panel in the other end of the house.
You win.
About 40 years. We met for real when she was in 9th grade and I was in 10th grade. We started dating when she was 15 and I was 16. We got married 32 years ago.
Edit: Since it looks like we’re the oldest couple in the thread so far: first date was October 5, 1986.
I have never before been inspired by so many posts to respond thusly:
Well, duh.
How do people still claim to have questions? How do they pretend to be surprised when Trump lies? How can they still claim shock when they discover lawlessness?
I mean, seriously. Duh.
My childhood cat, Gimpy, used to steal rolled up socks. He’d carry them around, chirp at them, and give them drinks of water (by dipping them in the toilet).
I recently purchased an incredibly shitty hand truck for a move.
Apart from the not unexpected need to beat a part into shape with a hammer, it also included a “wrench”. Really just a vaguely wrench-like shape stamped out of a piece of 1/8" thick sheet metal.
There were three different sizes of nuts and bolts required for assembly, and the “wrench” didn’t fit any of them.
If we scream into the void, how will we hear it when it calls?
I don’t know. Future me is already pretty pissed about me forgetting to take lactaid.
Now come on, I’m sure plenty still are.