Chickens get something disgusting called scaly leg mites, and new gray Audie Cornish Hen has them. It’s appalling and I feel awful for not having synthesized some indicators earlier, so I am soothing myself by channeling Arrested-ly Development-al absurdity. Please join me in remembering the glorious Operation Hot Mother!
Here you see two steps of the treatment (not including grossness, I promise).
Bill is holding her, and I am using a toothbrush to gently scrub her little feet in some warm Dr. Bronner’sy water.
Now, Bill is holding her and I am putting her legs one by one into a 2009 Yankee Stadium commemorative cup full of safflower oil, because that’s how you smother the mites. (Next: lots of Vaseline!)
We’ll keep the toothbrush in the guest bathroom in case you forget yours.
4 thoughts on “Operation Hot Smother”
Absolute cleanliness is Godliness! Who else but God gave man Love that can spark mere dust to life! Poetry, uniting All-One! All brave! All life! Who
else but God! “Listen Children Eternal Father Eternally One!”
Einstein, 1939, after Nazis & Commies united, proposed spacebombs that
destroy all, unless we finally teach the Moral ABC’s the real Rabbi Hillel
taught Jesus to unite all in All-One-God-Faith. As teach astronomers
Abraham-Israel-Moses-Buddha-Hillel-Jesus-Spinoza-Paine-Sagan & Mohammed, inspired every 76 years, 6000 years by the Messenger of God’s Law, the sign of the Messiah, Halley’s Comet: “WE’RE ALL ONE OR NONE!”
Get well, little new gray Audie Cornish. Then thank crazy Dr. Bronner.
I saw the content of this before I saw who posted it, and just for a second thought I’d been invaded by a fundamentalist-bot! Bless him and his wonderful gentle cleansers.
No, just a quirky Mom-bot.