danceswithcarp wrote: > > We can't get our hands on a trap and I tried dropping $2 smoke grenades in > the hole in the tomato patch: I was standing there on the edge of that hole > with a Remington Viper .22 in my hands with three full 10 round clips in my > pocket plus the one in the rifle ready to go full rock'n'roll on the > creechur when he came scampering out but instead, nothing. I think yer goin' at this all wrong. That's clearly a were-hawg and the only thing that'll stop 'im is a silver bullet. 'Course...you'll haveta stalk 'im by the light of a full moon. And hope there's only one. (Ever seen "Night of the Lepus"?) JB Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a hawg when the hawgbane blooms, and the August Moon is bright. -- ********************************* John Benz Fentner, Jr. Unionville, Connecticut, USA http://www.geocities.com/~jbenz/ "Lex Non Favet Delicatorum Votis" *********************************