This is like asking Wile E. Coyote to ignore the Roadrunner (mee-meep!); he can’t do it, despite getting hoisted on a dozen previous petards of his own diabolical mind. Or like a pack of dogs to ignore a porcupine; they can’t, despite having had painful experiences in the past.
It’s comical. She’s the Continental Divide. She’s also their Tar Baby nightmare.
SHE TURNED ME INTO A NEWT!
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I got betta.