Musk ox invasion keeps Nome wildlife managers busy

Anchorage Daily News ^ | comJuly 2, 2014 | SEAN DOOGAN

[skeptoid]

Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.

Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.

[Fast Moving Angel]

Iced chocolate mocha with a dollop of spirits and some salty or sweet somethings

[Monkey Face]

Thank you, Skeptoid, for the use of your thread!

[Rides_A_Red_Horse]

despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don’t want to leave.

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That sounds like some Europeon night clubs I’ve visited!

[Monkey Face]

Go to Walmart for a new pair of sneaks and you guys try to move without me...too bad you left a forwarding address...

[Darksheare]

Didn’t do it on purpose.
*sweeps floor with foot*

[Monkey Face]

I KNEW someone thought the same way I do!

;o]

[Monkey Face]

I was getting too complacent with the old thread...I thought we’d be there for a while!

[Darksheare]

But now we have Muskoxen of Hoth!

[NicknamedBob]

"... please be polite and wipe your feet before entering! "

Well, um. As to that; I had some troll carcass on my shoes and tried to wipe my feet, only to discover that the Welcome mat was made out of ... troll carcasses.

Some days ...

[Darksheare]

It happens.

[Monkey Face]

But see, I want some musk ox yarn, as it is soft that down and is waterproof...but Tres Expensive!

When does the shearing begin..?

[Darksheare]

Shush, if they hear you, they will stampede..
..but it is soon.

[Monkey Face]

...only to discover that the Welcome mat was made out of ... troll carcasses.

As the late, long-lamented Tiamat would say, "Some days, it just doesn't pay to chew through the straps!

[Monkey Face]

Ah. I see. I shall bide my time, then...perhaps harvest it off the slow-moving bodies...

[Tax-chick]

I was asleep. Where are we?

[moose07]

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Moose systems marker Buoy MK17
*Contains radioactive scones for power production.*

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[Monkey Face]

Somewhere in space...I think...Bob has the helm, now that Darks has led us to the proper quadrant.

I’m still reeling from my fiasco at Walmart, but I’m going to forego mumbling just so I can enjoy the view from a different part of the Universe.

Not tomorrow, but maybe next week, I may have The Little Redhead for a week. What on earth do five-year old girls eat and how do you discipline a jumping bean? If I didn’t love my niece so much, I would never have said a word, but now I’m stuck.

I cancelled my streaming Netflix too soon, because that’s what she likes, so I will have to go back and get the streaming in addition to the DVDs for as long as she is here.

Her poor mom...and HER mom is Cruella DeVille...thinks of nothing but herself. DithPICKable, as Daffy says...

*sigh*

This is going to be a summer to remember, I’m sure. First The Little Redhead, and then the dogs...and my truck isn’t even in the picture... (I think I’m overwhelmed, just thinking of it.)

[Tax-chick]

Ask her mother what she eats. Regarding discipline, perhaps you could declare that a kitchen implement is your magic wand and can make her lie down for Time Out. Look up some appropriate spells at the Harry Potter Wiki site.

On Netflix streaming, you can get Oscar’s Oasis, Phineas and Ferb, and Pokémon.

[Tax-chick]

Perhaps we can just comb them out, if someone will volunteer to sing softly to them ...

[null and void]

Yes ma’am!