#litter fence for landfills us

[amconky]

Building Ponds in Kentucky: Quality Pond Liners and Their Uses

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Importance of Pond Liners

This leads to the next problem of where to find quality pond liner suppliers  US, whenever they This brings the following challenges in respect of the next issue, which is the identification of quality pond liner suppliers, in the US whenever they may be deemed necessary for a given construction of the ponds.or a pond construction project. These liners are designed to hold the water and to prohibit the droplet which is essential to the pond, and to the water in the pond. The number of materials available in the market is huge and out of those the familiar ones we have HDPE which means High Density Polyethylene and EPDM, which means Ethylene Propylene Diene Monomer but the thing is that these are still different in terms of their hardness and flexibility.

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[trashgoblinzimmeh]

OOC: Worldbuilding

The area the trash creature inhabits is actually based on a real place. It is based on an area outside of Cleveland known as the "City View Center".

This place is a mostly dormant shopping center that was built on top of a huge, old landfill. As such, the garbage underneath the shopping center is decaying, causing the building's foundation and parking lot to sink and collapse. The Wal-Mart and other stores were actually shut down due to methane leaks coming from the rotting garbage underneath (excluding Giant Eagle for some reason).

The area this AU takes place in is a much more dishelved, abandoned version of that, taking place years after the place was shut down. Some parts of the building and parking lot have completely caved in due to the rotting garbage and the area is overgrown with hardy vegetation.

The area is fenced off as it is extremely hazardous to human health and this trash creature is extremely territorial, essentially going into KOS mode whenever he sees ANY intruder going past that fence. However, he and his smeets seem to be cleaning up the area by going underneath the parking lot and foundation in order to consume the garbage, which might be why some hardy vegetation is slowly coming back. This intelligent creature and his kiddins could probably be used by the government to clean up litter if he wasn't so aggressive.

Well, there's some AU worldbuilding. Yeah, it's kinda gross. But then again the original show was kinda gross at times, so it kinda fits tbh. Only in Ohio would you see something like that. /j

[fiascox0xo]

We were not supposed to do anything for the eclipse. I made alters for my feminine energy protection deities. I adorned the outside pentacle with sun flowers that were seed and other pretty flowers and plants creatures could eat<3 I keep the outside one free from inorganic litter & the one in my room cat safe.

I’m working on cleaning my issue with waste/litter sometimes it gets hard because idk how to dispose of things properly- I hate thinking of the landfills not being properly maintained. Humans are so wasteful. And I save things for art or make art from litter I pick up <3 I try to make a difference even just locally.like picking up trash while walking to the store or the dogs. Whatever you pick up, I try to get plastic & styrofoam out of the water/habitats of animals. Anything dangerous- please take precaution or contact professionals/local enforcement agencies or nature conservation groups. I do pick up glass or mowed over aluminum cans & even paraphernalia from drugs (I’m a recovering addict & know the dangers/risks(like hep c , hiv/aids , tetanus - overdosing ) & safest ways to pick up biohazard ☣️ products. Please use a bleach/laundry jug with this plastic if you can’t get a sharps container from your pharmacy/local syringe 💉 exchange. <3 I think of all the innocent animals, kids, humans…. Wearing flip flops or walking around in a confused state like dementia/drunk/diabetic issue/ mental health episode who could hurt themselves…. On any of the stuff- EVEN STRING OR WIRES. Fencing. Things you don’t think about….

I know I look nuts sometimes picking it up- or collecting seeds & nuts to feed the birds & squirrels & plant next year (especially native plants that are keystone /cornerstone species for many creatures (meaning more than a couple species of 🐝🦋) so it helps the delicate eco system- the web 🕷️ 🕸️ that we as humans are Part of - not the spider who made it…. So we’re here to help but are a part of it…. I know that made it more confusing but we aren’t “top of the food chain” and not meant to help keep the balance 💟☮️☯️⚛️❤️💛🖤🤍 we are supposed to listen to the people who lived on the land we stand on now (whatever area code you live in- see which Indigenous Communities lived there - because they lived off this land before & know nature is Meant & able to be lived WITH - not destroying her & depleting the resources. How can we stand by and let them kill the only planet we have - we borrow her from future generations- whether it’s your bloodline and dna in her he suture or not is irrelevant , we are not the most important creatures on Earth. We (USA especially) think as a “me” society (me, myself & I) instead of others cultures who think as “We” & it shows in the amount of garbage in their city’s, the way the build things, what energy they use, how they travel, and how they generally act character wise as a society. I am embarrassed to be laughed at as a country- because we’re like reality tv- a joke to everyone else while wondering what’s real and what’s not and why would anyone wanna live like that fr? Idk - I know not everyone’s the same that stereotyping and wrong - but our elected officials, laws voted on/passed, volunteer work , and literal TRASH EVERYWHERE speaks for itself. Everything here is single use plastic wrapped in plastic and more plastic - it gets thrown in the trash - not recycled and ends up in the landfill or ocean? 🌊 maybe your yard, or soil? Gets burned? In the air, or you think mowing it up is cool? Nope microplastics in out soil, water, animals we eat, food, even in our own bodies and blood. It’s gross and I’m unable to eat lots of processed food now. It’s like- I feel wasteful supporting companies who use so much waste - but also preservatives, chemicals, dyes, idk. It’s so phony - obv some is okay & in moderation- but when everything is fast, easy, cheap, sugar, salty, or whatever- it’s all just fake food: I feel like I’m eating junk for every meal.

I want to learn all the native plants for my region so I know what grows best in the is climate survived winter and tolerates drought . I want to know all the plants you should never eat too obv. But gorilla gardening - is the best. Urban gardening. Setting up community gardens or growing food randomly <3 especially wild native plants and fruits /veggies (roots)!

^_^ I don’t like taking all of anything - little bit here little bit there & the rest for nature to work its magic- feed creatures, grow plants next year, whatever<3 I like knowing my plant from this year will kinda be with me when they grow from seed again. ^_^ I’ve gotten better with plants even with adhd and forgetting to water

If you live in apartments or rent- Raised garden beds can be made yourself EASILY- CHEAP- even free depending on the materials you can get for free from around your neighborhood (apps like let go and fb market place always have stuff for free - like fence boards & other stuff you gotta haul away yourself like bricks or stone or dirt or wood. You can build one with PVC pipe or Use a tote . They have all kinds of ways to grow food & flower where you can bring them with you easily - but honestly just pull back grass and make a garden -<3 but I’ve seen an old kitchen sink like a restaurant or auto shop sink- be used as a planter ! You can be artsy and creative . CHAOS GARDENING IS FUN & worth it.

Do whatever makes you happy but I promise bird baths and seed helped me in. Early recovery- then planting flowers & stuff helped me even more grounding and shutting my racing thought off & helping me plan for a future even just a tomorrow- helped with my depression and suicidal ideation & hopelessness / feeling lost. Now that I have been healing my inner child & attempting to address the trauma I experienced throughout my life - layer by layer : & fix relationships . … gardening has been a constant. Helped me take care of another living thing. Water; light; soil, correct environment-like the right pot/container; & kindness- be gentle & give the plant TLC & positive energy. I promise they grow better.

It’s okay if you lost some plants. Once you figure out what plants work easiest for you, you’ll get confident. Start out with easy plants, or things you use & a couple cacti- forget about them lol don’t over water ! ^_^ but an aloe plant is nice if you burn yourself - or GET PET SAFE PLANTS IF YOU HAVE CATS OR DIGS OR HORSES

you can plant wild flower seeds for your eco region anyplace outside too. You won’t get in trouble & it can be a secret- go make your neighborhood prettier ^_^ <3

Alright well random rant over

💟☮️☯️

⚛️

Kitty

[fadingtyphooncollection]

HOW ARE PLASTIC BOTTLES RECYCLED?

Plastic Bottles make life so much easier. They're lightweight and easy to hold, and they're also strong and hard to break. A plastic bottle is the best way to contain and carry many kinds of liquid, from water and soft drinks to oil to household cleaners and baby formula. The plastic bottle is a great invention, but what happens to it when that handy container is empty?

How Bottles Can Hurt the Environment

Since the 1970s, people who care about the environment and the health of our planet have been worried about how to dispose of plastic once it's been used. Today, about 60 million water bottles are thrown away every day in America, and it can take up to 700 years for just one plastic bottle to break down in a process called biodegrading, which is also the process that happens when a piece of fruit rots. These Glass Bottles fill up our landfills, and we need landfill space to bury trash that can't be recycled. Throwing away plastic also hurts the environment in other ways. As plastic decays, it can give off chemicals that get into our water and air and can make people, plants, and animals sick.

To solve these problems, people have worked together to develop a process to recycle plastic bottles and convert them into other useful items, including clothes, furniture, fences, and new plastic bottles, bags, and containers.

The Process of Recycling Plastic

Recycling takes many steps. First, the bottles have to be collected from homes, businesses, and other sites. Then, every plastic bottle must be separated from metal, glass, and other things that people put into recycling bins. The Plastic Bottles are also sorted by the type of plastic they're made from. Then, the bottles are cleaned to remove any food, liquid, or chemical residue.

Next, all of the bottles are ground up and shredded into flakes. Finally, they are melted down and formed into small pellets, each about the size of a grain of rice. The pellets are bundled up and sold to companies that can melt them and make them into many different products. Just think of all of the plastic toys, tools, electronic gadgets, and other plastic things in your own home. Many of these are made with recycled plastic.

Why Should We Recycle?

There are many reasons to recycle Plastic Caps. For starters, recycling reduces the pollution that can come from the chemicals used to make these bottles. Recycling also helps cut down on the amount of trash thrown into landfills, so our garbage does not take up as much space. Recycling also creates jobs for people who collect recyclable things and work at places that turn them into new materials.

Recycling is good for the economy and the environment, and it's easy to do. All you have to do is remember to throw things into the right bins when you are done with them. But you can also do more, especially if places that you usually spend time do not have to recycle bins. Students can talk to their school board, principal, and teachers about setting up recycling programs at school. You can also organize can and Cap drives to pick up litter and sort out recyclables in parks and along streets. And you can make signs to spread the word that recycling is easy and important to do.

Plastic Lotion Pumps, one of the most popular dispensing methods for viscous (thick liquid) products in the personal care and beauty industry, come in all shapes and sizes. When used as designed, pumps dispense the right amount of product time after time. But have you ever wondered what goes in a lotion pump to makes it work? While there are hundreds of different designs in the market today, the basic principle is the same, and Packaging Crash Course took apart one of these lotion pumps to give you an overview of these components, and how they contribute to the overall functionality of pumping the product from the bottle to your hand.

The actuator is often made of PP plastic and can have many different designs - and often come with a up-lock or down-lock features to prevent accidental output,. This is one of the component designs that can set one Pump apart from another when it comes to the exterior design, it is also the part where ergonomics play a role in consumer satisfaction.

These are the components that go into a Fine Mist Sprayer :

Dust Cap: Often made of PP plastic and very often produced in clear, the dust cap serves as a dust cover and safety cap that protects the actuator from gathering dust and prevents accidental actuation. To help the package stands out on the shelf, the dust cap can be produced in stock or custom color.

Actuator: Commonly made of PP plastic, this is the component that the consumer pushes down to spray the product out of the bottle. Different than an actuator on a Lotion Pump, the actuator of a Fine Mist Sprayer has internal components including an insert to create the specific misting pattern of the product being sprayed. Some Fine Mist Sprayers have locking features that prevent accidental dispensing.

Insert: This tiny component consists of channels that the liquid flows through to create the mist pattern. This insert fits on the exterior of the actuator in many cases, and it is the part where the product exits the sprayer.

[kathyprior4200]

Roo (fan interpretation)

Roo profile (fan made)

Roo is a character in Hazbin Hotel.

Character information (fan made):

True name: Roxanne

Nicknames: Trash Queen, Roxy (by her sister)

Date of birth: early 1970s/late 1960s?

Date of death: 1990s?

Cause of death: Burning in incinerator

Likes: Killing demons, working with herbs, singing, playing Australian music, fashion, successful trash days

Dislikes: Her boss, her sister, demons remarking on her ugly appearance

Sexuality: Bi

Species: Human (Previously), Kangaroo Demon

Gender: Female

Age: 20s-30s

Abilities: Trash picking, herbal brewing, weaponry, strong punches/kicks, using her parasite, carrying items

 Occupation: Trash Queen, trash picker, body disposer

Family: Kanga (Older angel sister)

Unnamed Mother

Unnamed Father

Friends: ?

Enemies: ?

Status: Inactive in the show (as of 2020)

Voice actor: N/A.

First appearance: N/A

 Appearance:

Roo is a Kangaroo demon. She has wild aburn hair, partially black and partially brown and curly in the shape of flames. Her eyes are orange with white iris and heavy eyelids. Her skin is pale with orange freckles.

 Roo wears an orange dress with sleeves in spike designs. She wears a checkered pin and chain necklaces, plus black bands on her arms. She also wears a black, magenta like wide brimmed hat with an orange and white checkered design on the inside.

 Abilities:

Natural abilities: Demon Transformation

Like every other demon, Roo possesses the ability to transform into her Full Demon Form and back to her default form with ease.

 Skillset:

Hand-to-hand combat: Roo can deliver strong punches and kicks like kangaroos.

 Weaponry: Roo can use guns and knives and is shown to store an angelic blade for emergencies.

 Item hoarding: Roo has the ability to store items inside her natural expandable pouch and retrieve them.

 Parasite Summoning: Though hard to control at times, Roo can summon her parasite to attack demons and dig through trash by opening her mouth.

 Herbal brewing: Roo has knowledge on herbs and uses them for tea, healing and poisoning other demons.

 Music: Roo can play the didgeridoo, the bullroarer and other Aboriginal Australian instruments as well as some other classic European/Western ones.

 Building and recycling: Roo’s house is made of trash fused together and her clothing is made from recycled material.

 Trivia:

Roo is Australian. Her name, “Roo” is Australian slang for kangaroo.

 Roo’s name is also slang for an ugly, clumsy, or idiotic woman in Australian. This is fitting, given her crazed nature and appearance.

 Roo is French for herb,” Rue also means “Street” or “regret.”

 Her sister’s name, Kanga, is the other part of kangaroo. Her name is slang for “police officer,” or “travel bug.”

 Kanga was the more obedient sibling, and thus the favored one. Roo was frequently jealous of her beauty and popularity. The final straw came when Kanga/Kahla almost got her arrested for her body disposing crimes and her rebellious attitude.

 Kanga is an angel and kangaroo humanoid while Roo is a demon. Roo shows no real desire to see her again, but will go into a confrontation if she does see her.

 Roo can play the didgeridoo, the bullroarer and other Aboriginal Australian instruments as well as other classic European/Western ones.

 Cherri Bomb is another character who was originally from Australia.

 The unofficial shipping name for Cherri Bomb and Roo would be RoomerBang (combination of Roo and boomerang)

 All the chapters are trash puns (Down in the Dumps, One Person’s Trash Is Another’s Treasure, Let’s Blow This Dump, etc.)

 “Thank You For The Venom” may be a fitting My Chemical Romance song for her.

  Chapter One: One Person’s Trash Is Another’s Treasure

 Junkyards and landfills were not pleasant places to be at.

 This was especially true in Hell.

 Along with drinking, using drugs, gambling and killing people, the denizens of Hell wasted food and littered like there was no tomorrow. Indeed, it was not uncommon to see broken bottles, cans, paper, and plastic strewn about in the streets. Much of the garbage in Hell ended up in towering landfills…taller than the ones in Australia and the most populated countries on Earth. Nearby, hazardous chemicals flowed into the fiery lakes and oceans, adding to the already torturous experience of the souls trapped underneath. Water, let alone clean water, was a rare concept among the fiery inferno…hence the alcoholic drinks being the most common beverage.

 The rotting overpowering stench steered many demons away from the landfills beyond the wired fence.

 Save for one demon who, more or less, called the vast yard of junk home.

 The woman was currently on her knees on the ground in front of a large pile of rubbish. She wore torn black pants, dark high boots and a jacket made from tanned leather that was originally Hellhound dung. Her undershirt was bright orange and a black and white checkered pin was stuck on the left side of the jacket.

 Her hair was wild and wavy, aburn in color. Her hair was black at the crown of her head and ended in a lighter brown at the ends. Some of the ends of her hair curled up and flowed out like flames. In fact, a few areas of her clothing had peeled apart, the pieces slowly floating away. The demon had white skin with tiny orange spots on it. But it was her bright orange eyes with white pupils and her rows of sharp teeth that made her intimidating. An incinerating fire seemed to crackle throughout her body, remaining sealed in by the demon’s willpower alone.

 Digging her sharp claws into the pile, the demon rummaged through the array of discarded items, before ending up with a handful of trash in her white hands. She placed it on the ground and peered closely at it. She sorted through it, tossing aside bits of plastic with her fingertips. She spotted what looked like the remains of a demon finger. She popped it into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully before continuing her work. Toward the end, she brushed aside some paper and found something glinting…a soul. Not the essence of a being but rather, a form of Hell’s currency. The demon smiled and picked up the shiny black coin.

 “Roo, you’ve done it again,” she praised herself. “Demons just don’t know what they throw away.”

 Roo pocketed the coin in a jean pocket and rummaged through more piles. Unlike the day before, she had gotten lucky in a few hours. She had found a near-empty bottle of whisky, half of a gold necklace, some rope, and some old boots. She pulled down her pants a little, exposing her pale stomach. With several grunts, the area below her stomach jutted out until a large natural pouch was revealed. It looked similar to a pouch of a mother kangaroo and had a similar function to it. Unlike kangaroos though, Roo stored weapons and materials in there. She deposited her treasures inside before retracting the pouch back into herself.

 Time for the next stage of the job.

 Roo was already used to the stench of garbage…her nose was barely there, so she hardly smelled much of anything. As she was already dead, she didn’t have to worry as much about infections and disease. Still, she was always careful about who or what she came into contact with. Like unknown containers, demons could be valuable at first glance but actually be laced with toxicity.

 At last, she made her way back to her home…a trash home fit for a queen.

 The entrance was actually at the top of a temple made of trash, crates, and fused pieces of paper and glass. The temple had five different layers, each getting smaller and narrower toward the top. It was reminiscent of a small Aztec temple. She walked up the stairs until reaching the top. The top was covered by a round mound of trash glued together forming a sort of round roof. She walked into the small open cave and glanced down at a wooden trapdoor. She pressed a button lodged into the wall and the door opened. Without hesitation, she jumped down into the square opening.

 Flop!

 Roo landed safely on a soft bouncy mattress at the bottom. She stepped off the mattress and headed through the first underground opening.

 Roo’s lair was, in fact, underground, the exit consisting of a set of stairs that led up to a spot just outside the junkyard. The walls were made of a combination of rock and trash fused together. There was wiring along the walls to provide light and electricity. The windows were made of multicolored glass set within the walls in each room. Down a narrow hallway, an arched smooth concave area in a wall showed boomerangs of different shapes on display. On another wall were weapons, axes and a few guns. Plus there lay a single angelic spear which she had traded a bucket of opals and souls for on the black market…and nearly got killed getting it.

 The living room and kitchen were small and humble. There was a square wooden table with a checkered cloth for eating, a stove, a sink, a refrigerator, some chairs, and some wooden shelves attached to the wall. An array of potions and herbs stood on the shelves, some pushed further back into shadowed corners. In the living room was an old flowered couch, an orange rug and an old fashioned TV with large knobs off to the upper right. The lights overhead were round, with several air shafts in the ceiling. A small slope of rock with a handle bar led up to the bathroom. Pictures of monstrous kangaroos hopping in fiery fields and demon meat set tastefully on platters decorated the walls of the living room.

 Roo made it into her bedroom, a room with a queen size bed and a tubular fluorescent light over the headboard. 60s and 70s style abstract artwork hung on the walls, while skulls of demons and mythical creatures lined the shelves. Her most prized skull was that of a crocodile demon, whom she had wrestled over a box of gold and opals. Another bastard demon had stolen the box while they were distracted. Roo had promptly killed the crocodile without mercy. She had managed to get several fallen opals, which she kept in a special spot on her dresser. She opened up her closet and found the outfit she was looking for.

 Moments later, she was dressed in a bright orange dress that ended half way up her upper legs. The front collars of the dress by her shoulders had spiked edges as part of the design. A black and white checkered pin was pinned onto the front. Black bands encircled her arms along with a dark choker around her neck. Tall black boots covered her feet, while two chain necklaces dangled and clinked when she moved. Her look was completed with an Akubra style hat with a wide brim, outlined orange. The hat itself was similar to her hair color, black to a brownish color, perhaps maroon. The hat had a small pinkish orange circular design on the top. Once Roo was ready, she made her way up and out the exit door, taking care to lock it. Stepping back into the Hellish heat wasn’t pleasant…her home provided her with brief relief.

 Roo swayed her hips as she walked into the Hell 666 club. The interior was noisy and vibrant. The walls and ceiling were coated in neon pinks, purples and blues, with openings of a large aquarium visible. Eels, sharks and fish swam around in the water, providing a more relaxing atmosphere for stressed out patrons. Several demons sitting at round white-clothed tables stopped and stared at her. Their eyes held a mixture of awe and disgust. Roo ignored the hushed mutters as she passed.

 “Is that the trash lady?”

 “Yeah, the Aussie girl.”

 “She would be hotter if she weren’t so dirty all the time.”

 “A scum living among the garbage. So glad I’m not her. She’s an ugly, clumsy bitch!”

 “If she likes to get down and dirty, then I’ll happily give her a few pointers. Heh, heh, heh.”

 There was a series of “phews” and cat calls that rang in her ears. Roo took a seat at the bar next to a blue muscular dragon with orange tattoos along his arms. The dark blue bull bartender stomped over and noticed her. “Yeah?”

 “Hit me up with a cold one if you please,” she said. “Gores Fight 1969.”

 She reached into her pocket and fished out several soul coins. The bartender took them and marched off.

 The blue muscular dragon turned to a slender light blue dragon next to him. The dragon stabbed a knife into the table and grinned up at a TV overhead.

 The muscular blue dragon turned to his friend and a pink overlord dragon with wild yellow hair. He laughed when he watched Charlie on TV.

 “Is this girl for real? Ha! Does she think…oh she’s haha…oh she’s nuts!”

 Roo glanced up and heard that Charlie was talking about some kind of hotel that was going to be used to redeem sinners. What a joke. Roo perceived her as a secluded princess who decided to make a public joke after being cooped inside for so long. Hell really was a burning madhouse inside a circus. Or was it circus inside a madhouse?

 Roo turned to the blue muscular dragon and put on her most innocent face. “Greetings my fine fellow dragon. Need something to drink?”

 The dragon scoffed and made a face. “If you’re talking about it that way, hell no. You’re not my type.”

 “No, I mean to actually drink.”

 She pulled out the near empty bottle from her pouch.

 “Not from that dirty glass,” scoffed the dragon. “Looks like someone threw it out!”

 “And what fools they are,” she added, already conjuring up a scam. “This is not just any drink. This is liquor from the oldest bar in Hell. This bottle is said to have been full during the last freeze over in Hell…occurs every 100 years or so. Lilith herself drank from this very bottle before storing it away.”

 “Ha! No way!”

 “DNA and spit never lie. Taste it for yourself.”

 The dragon reached for the bottle but Roo held it out of reach. “It’ll cost you…let’s say twenty souls.”

 “Twenty souls?! Nonsense! Even if the queen did drink from it, it’d be worth far less. Like one and a half.”

 “Turning down an opportunity just like that? And they say I’m trash.”

 “I’ll pay you two souls.”

 “Twenty. Nothing more or less.”

 The dragon sighed and handed her twenty coins. Roo greedily stuffed them into her pouch. Her ice cold beer arrived in front of her and she happily gulped down several gulps.

 The dragon hastily spit out the contaminated whiskey. “You conning bitch! Give me back my money!”

 “Finders keepers,” she grinned.

 “I’ll kill you right here and now!”

 She stood up and calmly smoothed out her dress. “How about this? You’ll have to pay me extra if you want to keep your arms.”

 The two of them made their way to the center of the area. The crowd glanced up at them, some of them eager to see a fight, while others rolled their eyes at the sight of another Tuesday brawl.

 The dragon rushed at her and she dodged, dashing under tables and avoiding his thick fists. The dragon growled and clenched his fists, landing a painful blow to her stomach. Roo grunted out loud and managed to roll out of the way before the dragon slammed a fist into the floor. Roo lacked the dragon’s strength, but her lighter frame made her more agile and faster. Several times, she mocked the dragon, tearing her claws against his skin, which was more of an annoyance than a discomfort.

 “You know, I’ve had a long fucking day,” the dragon grunted. “So how about I take whatever you have in your pouch and be on my way.”

 “I don’t think so, you brute.”

 “Heh, heh, heh, little lady has a death wish!”

 The dragon let out an intimidating roar, but Roo remained unfazed.

 “You hungry? Get ready for a knuckle sandwich!” he called.

  Scratching and sharp moving sensations erupted in her core. It felt like hunger mixed with kicks and sharp pains. If one listened closely, they could hear low growls from inside her. Roo was indeed, hungry.

But she was not the only one.

 Roo grinned, staring down at herself. Her voice grew lower and distorted. “I think it’s time to eat.”

 She opened her fanged mouth wide. Drops of dark colored spit and blood poured down onto the floor, dark magenta in color. Emerging from her mouth was an orange serpent-like creature. It was a slender parasite with white spikes all over its body. The small head had a single white eye on top, with longer spikes jutting from the crown. Smaller spikes were curled in near its mouth like spider pinchers. On its side was another large white eye, outlined in an orange aura.

 In addition, the creature had two kinds of appendages. One were several pairs of metallic legs with little orange spots on them. The ends of the insect-like legs had blades fastened to them. At least a dozen small black tendrils were also connected to the creature, including a larger black clawed appendage with glowing white-orange eyes inside.

 “What the fuck is that?!” the blue dragon yelled, his eyes wide with fear.

 The blue dragon soon found out when the parasite leapt toward him, legs ready. The dragon ducked and promptly ran for his life. A lighter colored blue dragon charged forward, only to have the creature slice a good cut onto the scales of his neck. The dragon roared in pain and tossed the creature away. He stared at the cut in disbelief…almost nothing else save for an angelic weapon could pierce through dragon hide. The parasite landed on the ground, right next to a demon. He was a green man who had catcalled Roo earlier.

 Roo’s brown and black hair flickered wildly, increasing in heat.

 “Still wanna call me hot?” she asked playfully to him.

 Without warning, the parasite jumped and attacked the green demon, tearing his clothes with the bladed limbs. Several demons raced for the exit, only to be grabbed by the creature’s tentacles and pulled back, screaming. The parasite held several demons in its larger black claw. The parasite opened its fanged mouth and took several deadly bites. The green man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head after a high pitched wail escaped his mouth. His blood, energy and life force left him, as the parasite drank it up from the bleeding wound in his chest. The man fell still and appeared lifeless.

 “Hey, isn’t that the guy who could hypnotize people?” one demon asked, holding a knife in shaking hands.

 “That’s right,” Roo said from behind him. Her orange eyes glowed in the dimness of the room. The demon reeled back in terror.

 “Roo continued. “He won’t have his powers anymore if he ever survives.”

 Roo then grinned and pointed upwards. The demon barely had time to look when the parasite landed and bit hard into his face, causing him to stumble and fall. Roo used the opportunity to steal several glasses of beer and stuff them into her pocket. Roo kangaroo-kicked a beetle demon hard, sending her backwards and cracking her ribs. A long spiked kangaroo tail emerged from Roo’s lower back, the appendage swiping away several demons who had tried to reach her. The bull bartender ran for his life. Roo glanced back and the fallen male demon already had his heart ripped out. The last chunks of organs were traveling down inside the parasite in small round bulges. Blood coated the parasite’s orange body and white limbs.

 The unleashed beast began to feast in a frenzy. It leapt from demon to demon, biting into them, sucking out their energy, or in some cases, traveling inside them before bursting out in a shower of blood. There was hardly anyone left in the facility after the parasite was done. The creature consumed and swallowed several of the corpses, not even leaving any bones behind. There were a few unconscious demons left…and those were the ones that the parasite had laid fresh eggs in, shaped like small glowing eyes. Roo herself, feasted on the remaining dead…fresh flesh had never tasted so good. She could see why it was the favorite classic food of demons.

 There would be quite a few sick demons in the near future. Roo laughed at the thought.

 Roo casually pulled off a dead demon’s arm and munched on it. She swung the arm at a demon straining to stand…he was soon knocked out.

 “Another good trash pickup,” Roo said with a sigh as she disposed and burned the rest of the remains. It was as mundane to her as successfully cleaning a house or yard would be to a human. Every year, Roo would be assigned the most horrific jobs in the sewers, having to pick up trash, poop and other waste from careless demons. And every year after the Exterminators attacked, Roo and the parasite would roam the streets, disposing of bodies and consuming them. When she wasn’t paid, which was nearly all the time, she would scam others for money, often posing as a prostitute or dancer. Any lone passerby who intruded on the Trash Queen’s territory was promptly burned or crushed in a landfill.

 Indeed, Roo was often looked down upon due to her roles in Hell. She was a rebel and a delinquent, with a ferocious side that often longed to break free…in this case it did.

 “Satisfied?” Roo asked the creature.

 The chaotic being chittered and rumbled in confirmation. It scurried over to her on its legs before stopping at her feet. The white and black appendages retracted into itself, along with the spikes. Its worm-like body wagged and wiggled, like it was ready to pounce, but it wasn’t in an aggressive way. The eye blinked several times. Roo knew what it wanted. Roo opened her mouth again and the creature sprang back into the mouth of its host. The body and tail vanished down her throat before she closed her mouth. Roo felt more energy and nutrients flow through her. She felt the creature curl up in her core and settle down. Roo’s tail and demonic features retracted as she turned back to her default form.

 The parasite would always need to feed every day, least it start gnawing at Roo’s insides after too long. Fortunately, Roo was diligent in caring for the creature. It couldn’t endure Hell’s heat and dryness for too long, so it lived in the more habitable environment inside Roo. The creature shared Roo’s common diet of blood and meat...the typical demon diet. Roo couldn’t remember when she had first made contact with the thing, but ever since then, it never left.

 A pleased and full Roo made her way out of the club and out onto the street. Blood stained her mouth and clothes but it could easily be washed later on. Nearby, a dumpster exploded from one of the red shaped bombs thrown by Cherri Bomb. Roo casually watched the battle between Sir Pentious and his Egg minions versus Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb.

 “Hell will be mine!” declared the snake inventor villain from inside his ship.  She was dressed elegantly in a gray suit with yellow stripes with a matching gray top hat with an eye and sharp yellow teeth like its owner. “And everybody will know the name of Sir…”

 “Edgelord!” a voice taunted.

 “Pardon?! Who said that?” he demanded.

 He leaned in close to two Egg Bois and hissed. “What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?!”

 The eggs quivered.

 “Speak up!” he hissed.

 “Um it wasn’t us, Mr. Bossman!” said an egg.

 Just then, a bomb shaped like a red cherry with a black skull on it, crashed through the window, flipped through the air and landed with a few bounces on the floor. The fuse was lit and a spark traveled down the wire. Sir Pentious and the eggs flinched before the bomb exploded into thick red clouds of smoke. Sir Pentious coughed and shook his head.

 “You looking for a fight, old man?” asked Cherri Bomb with a grin.

 She was a white cyclops demon with blonde and pink hair tied back into a long ponytail. She wore a high pink boot with white stripes on it on her left foot and a white and pink sock on her right foot. She had long black leggings with holes in them. Merging into her leggings on top was a pink bottom with white circles on it. Her medium pink crop top was short and was looped over her left shoulder, with a black bra underneath. A black x was shown on the crop top over her left breast. She wore black fingerless gloves that extended to her elbows, black on the left arm, gray with stripes and hearts on her right arm. A large pink eye with a yellow x on it took up much of her face, along with a grin of sharp white teeth. Freckles dotted her pale skin.

 Cherri Bomb was catching another bomb in her right hand.

 “Why don’t you get that pathetic tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it…”

 A barrel crashed to the floor…

 “…more.” She finished.

 “Oh, you wanna go miss?” asked the snake. He flipped back his hood. “Well, I’d be happy to oblige!” He laughed as the Egg Bois marched forward with stun guns.

 “Catch me if you can, snakeman!”

 Cherri dodged the blasts and jumped out of the ship. She landed with a graceful flip on the ground before running off to summon more bombs and explosives.

 “I like my eggs scrambled!” she declared, after brutally stomping on several eggs in her way. Cherri dodged green laser blasts from Sir Pentious’ blaster and threw an egg with a spin into Sir Pentious’ face. An egg held a flag that said “Boss’s number one fan.”

 Sir Pentious threw the egg back but Cherri threw another bomb and caught the egg with both hands. She cracked the egg in half with a swift knee jab. She lifted up the shells and enclosed the bomb inside. The egg flew back at Sir Pentious’ face in a blast of smoke.

 “This woman has some great spunk,” Roo thought.

 Soon, Angel Dust stomped on an egg and joined the fight. A pink explosion went off as Cherri and Angel continued to fight. Cherri held a metal gun while Angel took cover behind a rock.

 “Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie,” Cherri said.

 Angel Dust smiled and threw a bomb over his shoulder. Cherri fired a red blast from the cannon. A pink explosion followed.

 “Haha! Are you kidding? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

 “Where’ve you been, anyway? I thought you up and died or some shit.”

 She removed a fuse with a loop on it from a bomb.

 “Oh I wish,” Angel replied, as he lit another bomb with a match. Cherri took a bomb with a light pink skull on it from Angel.

 Angel continued. “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town.”

 Cherri threw the bomb and took cover beside Angel.

 “Some boards are letting me stay rent free if I play nice,” Angel said. Both of them covered their ears as the bomb exploded in a column of neon green smoke. They jumped over the rock and out into the open.

  Angel blasted continuous rounds of gunfire at oncoming egg bois.

 “Ya know, no fights, no pranks, no problematic, language. Her words, not mine.”

  He stomped on the ground, sending an egg boi flying into the sky toward the pentagram before it exploded in a yok mess.

 Angel held a club in one of his other hands.

 “These crazy bitches are no fun. I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

 Another bomb exploded in green clouds as Cherri skidded in the background. “Holy shit!” she called as she jumped back into action, with two bombs in her hands.

 Angel Dust was covered in egg yok. He dipped a finger in yok from his cheek. “Well, sorta clean,” he grinned. He smashed an egg to bits with his club.

 “As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder.”

 Just then, black chains wrapped tightly around Angel’s waist. Cherri gasped as her friend was thrown hard to the ground a distance away by Sir Pentious.

 Angel landed and grinned.

 “Oh, harder daddy,” he teased in a flirtatious tone.

 Sir Pentious’ eyes teared up. “Son?!”

 Angel Dust raised his eyebrows and stared in disbelief.

 Cherri Bomb drop kicked Sir Pentious, knocking him to the ground. He hissed in anger and stood up.

 “You whores have no class! In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” He sprang his bow tie for emphasis.

 “Or the side that ain’t dead,” Cherri retorted, breaking an egg boi in half and tossing it aside. Angel stood beside her, now free.

 “Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” Angel asked, wiggling his glowed fingers.

 “Well that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?!” Sir Pentious retorted.

 “Wouldn’t that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

 Angel and Cherri burst into laughter. “Ooooh,” said one of the eggs. “That’s one hellish burn.” A sign reading “loser” was pointed at Sir Pentious. Sir Pentious slapped the minion.

 “I’m gonna blow you to bits!” he declared at them.

 “Oh, kinky,” Angel grinned.

 “Not like that, pervert!” Sir Pentious yelled, pointing a finger.

 Angel Dust suddenly pushed Cherri out of the way as an Egg Boi behind him shot four black claws with eyes at Angel from a gun. The claws grabbed Angel’s wrists, preventing him from escaping.

 Sir Pentious grinned. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

 “Ya know, you really need to watch what comes out of your mouth,” Angel remarked. “I’ve been making these sex jokes this whole time.”

 Angel Dust narrowly dodged a metal spike coming out of the ground.

 “And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on. I mean it’s just sad!”

 Angel Dust grew two extra arms and there were guns in his hands. He blasted at Sir Pentious, freeing himself. Sir Pentious’ hat fell off.

 “Don’t you think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?” Cherri asked, walking sideways.

 Angel shrugged and retracted his extra arms. “Eh. What’s one more little brawl gonna cause?”

 “Glad you haven’t changed!” Cherri said, playfully elbowing him. “You know you’re my favorite guy to party with!”

 “You know it, sugar tits,” he replied.

 Cherri Bomb rolled another bomb over her shoulders before catching it. “You ready to finish this?”

 Angel clicked his gun. “Born ready, baby!”

 The two of them yelled as they charged at Sir Pentious. Sir Pentious eventually fled and Angel went off to ride in a white limbo to the hotel. Cherri sang as music played from her Walkman: “Hello, dad, hello mom, I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb!”

 A few days later, Roo saw Cherri Bomb again and hid behind a wall to watch. This time she didn’t appear to be as happy and wild.

 Cherri Bomb thought back to when she comforted Angel Dust in bed after he had a rough night with Valentino. After that had happened, she blew up an advertisement sign with Valentino’s face on it. The face of her ex boyfriend would often come back to her: a man wearing white overalls, him having a gray face with a single hypnotizing eye, white hair, a spiked hat and an evil stitched up grin. The critical eyes of her brother and father also stared at her in her mind.

 Like other sinners, Cherri had been former human as well, having been born in the 60s in Australia and dying in the 80s at young adulthood from an explosion. Her sexuality was rumored to be bi, and she had been a radical rocker redhead feminist as a human.

 Cherri had fallen in love with another guy, who promised her money and power. But instead, he took advantage of her. Her father disapproved of both her rebellious behavior…and her bisexuality. Cherri’s boyfriend had kept the money for himself, while her father criticized her for her behavior and the friends she hung out with.

 It was all pretty much a repeat of what had happened in her living life…except without the dying by explosions bit.

 Cherri wondered how Angel Dust was faring with his Italian mafia family. Angel got along with his bubbly pink spider sister Molly, while he remained distant from his authoritative grey father Henroin and recluse black colored brother Arackniss. His white spider mother, Aranea, was in Heaven. Angel and his family had previously lived in New York when they were alive. Angel’s father did not approve of Angel leaving the mafia to pursue his porn star career and living life (and death) as a gay man. With being stuck under a contract from the moth pimp Valentino plus his addiction of drugs, drinking and the angel dust drug that had previously killed him, it seemed like the white spider had no way out.

  Cherri sat down on a ledge and opened up her laptop. She wished she could do more to help out her friend. Roo peered off, hidden by the wall. She crept forward to get a closer look. The VoxTube video on the computer read “Addict: Angel Dust At Peep Show/Cherri Bomb In Action.” The video had been filmed by officials at Hell Club 666.

 Angel and Cherri’s voice came from Cherri’s laptop, showing Angel Dust performing at a strip club, Valentino greedily watching. Angel stood as a silhouette against a glowing pink web with a heart on it. Angel spun several times around the pole.

 Angel’s voice came first as he sang:

 “’Till death do us part, but we’re already past that phase

This is a brand new start and I think I deserve some praise

For the way that I am

Despite having overdosed and ending up comatose

I don’t give a damn”

 Valentino eagerly watched the show from a couch, two furry women beside him. Valentino’s red smoke from his cigarette morphed into a hand that stroked Angel under his chin. Angel walked down the stairs and strolled down the aisle.

 “I’ve let my emotions go,

Fuck being a sober hoe

This is my mantra, this is my life

You’re playing with now ‘till the end of the night

Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites”

 Angel kicked a drooling Travis in the face with his boot.

 Valentino’s red smoke turned into manacles around his wrists and neck for a brief second. Angel inhaled the hearts in the smoke, then lay down and posed some more. A crowd of imps and demons watched, throwing money at Angel.  

 The video did not show Cherri Bomb comforting Angel in his room, though she remembered that clearly.

 “A hint of that Heaven and Hell, a helluva high”

 “I’m addicted to the madness

This hotel is my Atlantis”

 Hotel? What hotel? Roo was confused.

 “We’re forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin

Let me leave my soul to burn and I’ll be breathing it in”

 Angel pushed a beer bottle off the aisle. The camera moved to a ground burning with green flames. Cherri stood up on the roof, tossing a metal bomb in her hand. She leapt from roof to roof in the rain, throwing bombs to her heart’s content. She spun around and fired a bomb at a Valentino sign after flipping the bird.

 Cherri Bomb then sang in the video next, Cherri cringing at hearing her recorded voice:

 “I’m addicted to the feeling…”

 Then the video skipped to Angel Dust climbing the pole:

 “…getting higher than the ceiling

And we’re never gonna want this fucking feeling to end”

 Skipping back to Cherri swinging from a pole on the roof…

 “Just concede and give in to your inner demons again.”

 “This video editing is marvelous,” Cherri breathed. “Though I’m gonna blow the person who spied on me to bits.”

 The video then showed Valentino’s red limo driving in the rain. The one who filmed the video did not know what went on inside the limo. Valentino’s female clients kissing. Angel sitting next to Valentino, holding just enough money to get by. Valentino counting his money and grabbing Angel’s hand hard, forcing him to look up. Valentino gripping him hard by his chin. His tongue was out in front of Angel. He wanted Angel to kiss him, but Angel flinched away. Valentino forcefully pulled him in closer as the car kept driving.

 Only Cherri knew of Angel throwing his wine glass against the wall in his room, then collapsing in a tearful heap against his bed.

 The video switched bold letters read at the bottom: “Cherri captured singing on roof.”

 Roo listened as Cherri sang next, her eyes widening in admiration. Despite Cherri’s tendency to blow stuff up and be vicious, she had a kind side to her. And oh was her singing voice beautiful!

 “Yeah, you fell in love, but you fell deeper in this pit

While death rains from above, so count your blessings ‘cause this is it”

 Cherri leaned against a ledge as it rained. She walked over a puddle among broken green bottles. That day, Cherri had imagined her father’s face in the water…the memories not leaving. She fiddled with a bomb before flicking it to the ground. It exploded in a flash of pink. For some reason, Roo hated seeing this stranger sad.

 Cherri turned around and twirled on the roof.

  “You’re not letting it go

So what if I misbehave? It’s what everybody craves

You already know

So, come if you’re feeling brave and fancy yourself a mate

You want it, I got it, see what you like

We could have it all by the end of the night

Your money and power, my sinful delight

A hint of that Heaven and Hell, a helluva high”

 Cherri twirled around in front of a green neon sign that read Addict. TNT crates, round bombs and bundles of red fuses wrapped up surrounded the sign. Cherri loved seeing all those bombs everywhere. Already, she had felt more powerful and confident. She took out a lighter switch, pressed the button and everything blew up in pink smoke. Cherri dove off the roof, belly first, arms out with a grin on her face and spun as the video faded to white.

 “Don’t worry, she ain’t dead!” read the words against the screen. Cherri had to laugh a little at that part.

 Cherri and Angel would often imagine themselves dancing at an aquarium club, themed blue and pink before running out together and blowing it up. They would get ready in their dressing rooms before going on stage. She would be wearing a single yellow star over her eye, a cyclops version of sun glasses.  Cherri imagined herself twirling around, throwing bombs at the tables and chairs. A pink coat would be over her shoulders, reading “Cherri” on it and decorated with red cherries. And Angel Dust would be dancing beside her in tall boots, glasses, pink gloves, and a tight black corset outfit. They would spin around the poles and have a blast…immersed in pure freedom.

 But both Angel and Cherri knew…that it was all a dream.

 Cherri could almost hear her and Angel singing together.

 “I’m addicted to the madness

This hotel is my Atlantis

We’re forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin

Let me leave my soul to burn and I’ll be breathing it in

I’m addicted to the feeling, getting higher than the ceiling

And we’re never gonna want this fucking feeling to end

Just concede and give in to your inner demons again”

 “Just concede and give in to your inner demons again.”

I’m addicted to the feeling, getting higher than the ceiling

And we’re never gonna want this fucking feeling to end

Just concede and give in to your inner demons again”

 There was something else that only Angel Dust knew. The moment at the hotel when Charlie tried to comfort him, but he declined and turned his back on her. Other than Cherri, he had no reason to risk trusting anyone else. In addition, he had only known Charlie for a short time. He walked into his bedroom, and there was his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, looking up at him, his spots briefly glowing pink in the dark. A neon “love” sign was on the wall, along with clothes and porn magazines. There was a poster of fat Nuggets on the wall. His room had wigs on stands and several mirrors with round lights around the frames, like those at the studio. Angel picked up the pig and stared into the mirror.

 Helpless…

 A horrible flashback seared into Angel Dust’s mind: him wearing fluffy handcuffs and being anally raped by a grinning Valentino in the porn studio dressing room. Angel froze in fear before walking toward his bed. He threw away a partially used cigarette into an ashtray. The angel dust, the drugs, the porn, and money…all were highs that he had been addicted to for years…but the pleasure was only temporary. The pleasure only masked the pain for so long, until it came back with an aching soreness. The smoke revealed a broken heart.

 “I’m addicted to the sorrow, and the buzz ends by tomorrow

There’s another rush of poison flowing into my veins

Giving me a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain

I’m addicted, I’m dependent

Looking, awesome, feeling helpless”

 He knew he would have to face a terrible decision: stay in Hell with Valentino, or stay at the Hazbin Hotel and try to redeem himself. Risk disappointment from his boss, or painfully change his habits for a promise of unknown freedom. But giving up violence, porn and drugs, the major parts of his life? Easier said than done. Giving up two of his arms surely sounded easier.

 Angel wasn’t sure what caused him to throw away the cigarette early. Perhaps he knew that it was somehow “wrong” and decided to give his body a break.

  Hopefully, he would be safe at the hotel for now, with some new friends. Fat Nuggets sensed his distress and licked him under his chin. Angel smiled. At least he had his pet with him too.

 “And I know I’m raising cane by every highway in hell

Maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this hotel.”

 Cherri Bomb sighed, closed her laptop and walked away. This just left Roo awed by her appearance and full of more questions in her mind.

 Where was she from? What was that hotel…could it be the same one that the princess talked about?

 Roo sighed and headed back home. “Hopefully, I’ll find out.”

     Chapter Two: Let’s Blow This Dump

 Back in her underground lair, Roo relaxed in her rectangular swimming pool of blood. In the room stood a wide array of plants, many of them with drooping leaves in multiple layers. The window consisted of glass shards of multiple colors fused together in a scattered design. On the white brick wall flanked by round lights was a large painting of the Australian outback. In it, the sky was blue and under it were tall signature red rocks on a dessert ground.

 Roo sank her head of wild hair into the lukewarm liquid, the strong metallic scent filling her nose. Like other swimming pools in Hell, the “goreine” chlorine in the water made the blood undrinkable. Her white freckled legs and body were barely noticeable in the murky liquid.

 Her mind was reeling over the events of the last several days. She had seen Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fight Sir Pentious in an action-packed turf war without being noticed. Then again, not many demons wanted to notice her in the first place…or worse, get noticed by her. Like the kangaroo, Roo appeared strange and exotic at first glance. But whoever got too close was in for a rough beat down, and a most certain second death if she so wished.

 Just the other day, she had glimpsed at the video on Cherri Bomb’s laptop. She had no reason nor real desire to waste her time, but she stayed nonetheless. Roo figured out that Charlie’s hotel, was indeed, taking in clients for free to try and get them on the right path. Though Roo overheard Angel Dust saying that he was only staying because it was free. Would this Cherri Bomb person stay there as well?

 Roo kept asking herself why she had been so curious about Cherri. Perhaps it was the spunky, rebellious side to her that was hardly seen in many women…at least in her previous life. To be able to just summon bombs from her hands like magic…Roo wondered why she couldn’t create balls of fire or gold from hers. Then again, she did have a bottomless pouch and a parasite, so she wasn’t one to complain.

 And the video left her with more questions. Could a rehab hotel actually work, or was it just a rubbish rumor?

 Roo decided to brush the issue aside. True or not, it was of no concern to her. Demons could choose what they wanted to do and live their lives…provided they did not interfere with hers.

 Sighing, Roo stepped up the concrete stairs, shook off the blood drops from her skin, and wrapped herself in a black towel. She walked through the arched tunnels and climbed up the small slope to the dunny to wash up and do her business. She walked back down, dressed in thick brown clothes and a face mask.

 It was time to go to work.

 Roo strode toward a factory building, which was spewing endless black smoke out from a group of tall towering chimney pipes. She made her way to the double doors, which opened up in a cringe-worthy screeching sound.

 Roo took her place among other demons dressed in brown clothing, masks and gloves. In front of them was a conveyer belt and in the wall were large black pipes. A buzzer sounded and loads of trash fell through the holes and landed in a heap in front of the workers. The demons got busy, rummaging through the piles for items of value. There were boxes off to the right of each worker with different labels: precious metals, gems, weapons, recyclables, demon remains. The rest of the plastic and trash were pushed to the left into a slot where a lever would be pulled, sending it to the incinerator.

 “Come on, come on, you filthy sinning fetuses! Keep working!” called an employee with clapping claws. Adama. She was a tall woman with skin made of diamonds. She wore a long green skirt and a white top with her name tag and the company logo. Her coal-colored hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She was Hell Born, and loved treating sinners as the second class citizens they were. “You still have thirteen more hours to go! But don’t worry, your ten minute break will be in half that time.”

 Every hour, burly horned demon guards would patrol the area, some of them whipping the backs of the workers who slacked off. Roo herself got a few lashes when she found herself daydreaming. She tried not to cry out, for that would only elicit more whips and taunts. Her claws and hands were grimy and dirty, almost losing their usual whiteness.

 Between this job, prostitution and homelessness, Roo had chosen this laborious task in order to survive when she first manifested in Hell. Her hard work and a few lucky times allowed her to build her underground home and buy clothes, food and other necessities.

 Hour after hour Roo trudged and rummaged away. When her fellow employees weren’t looking, she opened her mouth, allowing the minion to peer through and slither out silently. It used its bladed legs and mouth to dig through big piles of trash. The creature opened its mouth to reveal several bullets. Roo grinned and placed them in the weapons box. She slurped the creature up before anyone noticed…though her boss shot her suspicious looks and narrowed eyes.

 “Unruly piece of scum,” Adama muttered, as she walked along, just loud enough for Roo to hear.

 The heat in Hell was unbearable enough, but having to stand near burning incinerators was almost torture. Sweat coated Roo’s forehead and under her arms…the heavy clothing wasn’t helping much. After several hours, the parasite pushed and kicked at her insides, begging to be let loose and to feed. She used her willpower to hold it down for as long as she could. She needed a smoke break, bad. After a brief lunch break of rotten meat and overcooked vegetables, the workers took their positions again.

 The boss wandered over to a small demon, who glanced at her nervously.

 “What have you got?”

 The demon pointed at the boxes with a shaking finger.

 “Hmm,” Adama said, observing the findings. “Only one piece of metal and a smelly old container? Those aren’t going to be worth selling in a blizzard. Give me more results at once.”

 “But…I’m tired,” the demon complained.

 The boss snickered and leaned in. “You’re tired? Is that right?”

 Adama mentioned to the other workers. “You hear him, he’s tired!” She spoke to him. “You were hired, you’re now tired. You know what comes next?”

 The demon gulped.

 The woman took out a coin. ”The answer: you will be fired! But how will that go, exactly?”

 She rubbed the coin in-between her fingers, everyone looking nervous.

 “Heads for you, tails for your home. Same goes for all.”

 One other worker had her home burned down after she tried to run away during her shift. The guards had caught her and brought her before Adama. The boss had flipped the coin to tails and she became homeless…resulting in working more hours.

 The coin flipped in the air, all eyes watching it. The coin landed in the boss’s clear palm. She grinned rows of glassy teeth.

 “Heads up!”

 Oh no.

 Two horned guards wearing gas masks over their faces picked up the demon by his arms, his screams and struggling doing him no good.

 Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

 A lever was pulled and a metal hatch opened up to a low shaft. A shaft of flames. A steep fall into a burning pit with nothing in the walls to hold onto.

 “No, no, no, stop!” the demon begged, as he was dragged forward. In swift motions, the yelling demon was thrown by the guards through the opening, his yelling growing fainter as he fell into the fiery pit. The hatch closed with a clang of finality.

 “Fuck,” Roo breathed, clutching at her stomach and head. She ignored the staring eyes around her.

 Roo’s heart appeared to stop (again). She hunched over, her body and arms shaking. The windowless room and heat appeared to suffocate her, the walls appeared to close in. The flashes burst into her head as she stared at the flames through another opening.

 Running like crazy from police footsteps. Maneuvering her way through a factory. The yells of her sister as officers closed in. Jumping onto a pile of trash to avoid being arrested. Her feet slipping on paper and junk, sliding down into a lower level. A man shoving her further away among the junk, for her dumping his girlfriend’s body. Her sister screaming her name as she struggled to free herself. The metal and scraps cutting into her skin as she struggled to free herself. Being pinned down by the crushing debris. Screaming for her family as she was moved mechanically into an incinerator and burned alive…

 “Is there a problem here, Miss Roo?”

 Roo jolted back up, and stared into the stone cold grey eyes of her boss.

 “N-n-no mam’,” she responded.

 “Let me see the boxes and your pouch.”

 Roo moved aside as the woman looked through the boxes.

 “Several bullets, containers with no toxic elements. Lots of steel scraps. Not too bad.”

 Roo pulled out the part of the gold necklace, some souls, an old box of cigarettes and several empty beer cans in reasonable condition.

 Adama scrutinized her findings, placing a finger to the smooth surface of her chin.

 “You got lucky this time,” she said, as she gathered the objects into a larger box. “These items will do at the market. But one of these days, you or your home will get burned to a crisp. Not that anyone else would care, seeing as you’re a dessert dwelling lowlife who got lucky.”

 “Bitch,” Roo seethed.

 “What was that?”

 “Nothing, mam’.”

 A growling sound rumbled in Roo’s throat. She could feel the slender body of the creature trying to climb out. She gripped her own throat, pushing it back down.

 The boss grit her teeth. “I’ve see you with your creature friend. Don’t even think about attacking me or anybody else with it. My skin can withstand sharp objects and teeth.” She took the half gold necklace and stuffed it into her shirt.

 Then she mentioned to everyone, “Remember, anyone who finds an angelic weapon will receive a double raise and a higher position. Count yourselves lucky that you don’t have to slave away in the mines…yet! Now get back to work.”

  Roo’s legs and back were throbbing and sore by the time she arrived back home. It had taken her months to create it. To imagine it being burned away…gut-wrenching. She’d have to start all over. Scratch that, it would be all over for her. Trash piles could only help hide her so much. She would be homeless and at the mercy of predatory demons. Single homeless demons were pretty much fresh meat. She wouldn’t let that happen…she couldn’t. But how much longer could she keep working, when her boss practically wanted her to fail?

 Roo climbed up the stairs and freely fell onto the dirty mattress. It was the one where she briefly had sex with another male demon, before using her minion to devour him. It had been a most wonderful night.

 She stripped herself of the sweaty uniform before putting it in a hamper to wash later. She went to the bathroom to take a shower, before putting on some looser, lighter clothing: a torn black ACDC t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a spiked collar around her neck. More chain necklaces were draped around her neck. On her couch, she casually played an Australian didgeridoo decorated red and black like a snake. Traditionally only men would play the didgeridoo in ceremonies but in Hell, she was free to do as she wished. Feeling a gnawing in her stomach, Roo placed the instrument down and raced outside through the exit door.

 She couldn’t lose her home. Not the place where she was free to be herself and alone. Sure, Roo had her minion with her if she became homeless, but if it were to be captured, it would eventually die. If her minion were to die…she knew that she would get very sick. Her minion did more than just kill other demons and dig through trash…it helped defend her and keep her alive. With Roo having a compromised immune system, the parasite healed her wounds and attacked any viruses that entered her body. In exchange, Roo provided the creature with her body, a portion of her energy and daily food. The creature would reluctantly remain still and let Roo’s food be digested…most of the time.

 In the past, Roo had tried keeping the creature in her pouch…but it didn’t like the dry, cluttered environment.

 And speaking of which…

 “Urgh! Stop it!” Roo seethed as the beast racked through her body and squirmed from within her gut. The beast’s thick fur and spikes prevented her gut bacteria from absorbing it. The creature began eating up the walls of her stomach, and some of the stomach bacteria. The long hours of work and the hunger of the beast were coming back with a vengeance.

 She doubled down on her knees, nearly throwing up. The beast was hungry and wanted out. Having no choice, Roo opened her mouth wide, spewing out the creature in streams of dark spit and blood. The orange slick body grew white spider-like legs and the rough black clawed appendages with the eyes blinking in them. With shrieks and a clanking of its legs, the monster scurried off and attacked several demons nearby.

 The monster came back around ten minutes later, satisfied and coated in blood. Roo opened her mouth and the creature dashed inside before disappearing down her throat.

 Roo arrived home and began to play her didgeridoo again on the couch, this time playing an Australian Aboriginal tune she had learned when she was alive. She was amazed that she could still remember the song, let alone her past life.

 Arranged on a shelf in the kitchen were bottles of different herbs she used for cooking, healing, and make-up. Roo walked over and ground up several green leaves after removing them from the shelf, making a tea. The warm finished liquid was soothing for her stomach. Tucked in a shadow corner of a shelf were bottles with poison ivy, wormwood, and other deadly herbs to use on enemies. Lacing demon’s drinks with poisonous substances was a favorite pastime. There were even some fan shaped marijuana leaves in a jar that she occasionally used when smoking.

 Many outsiders, both on Earth and in Hell only saw Roo as a trash picker and vicious killer. But many did not know that Roo had other hobbies: singing, dancing, playing Australian instruments and working with herbs. She also enjoyed alternative fashion and art. Although Roo was somewhat clumsy in her dancing and screechy in her singing, she still enjoyed them very much. After taking several sips of her tea, Roo played a nearby guitar as she sang:

 “The downtrodden at the mercy of their fates

Burning in inferno, alone with no mates

Surrounded by rubbish, stuck in a bin

Living a life of sin, but no way to win”

 “What determines our new lives from the start?

Who would’ve thought my behavior could drift others apart?

I can feel my afterlife slowly burning away

Yeah there’s no other way, but to pray and stay”

 Roo, oh Roo

Whatever must you do

To keep your belly full and your mind intact

What to do, Roo, it’s all up to you

You’re stuck here forever, that’s just a fact”

  Roo had learned a quick lesson once she arrived in Hell: in order to survive, demons would have to know how to kill and use weapons…plus know how to sing, dance and/or play music. One had to be good at self-defense while also finding a way to get their points across, a.k.a. singing. Slaughtering and entertainment were the two essential things that would get demons further along in Hell. One had to be good at both. One could look at such examples as jazz loving Alastor, Angel Dust, Cherri Bomb, the ever musical Charlie and her parents to see how important these skills were.

 Perhaps the reason why the majority of demons killed, sang and danced were due to Lucifer himself. He enjoyed polka music and his family were also experts in the creative arts. Music and song, along with fashionable dress were excellent ways to both pass the time and to display a higher status. The two songs and dances that Charlie performed, along with the Alastor one, were just the beginning.

    A rumbling sound was soon heard from overhead. There were sounds of scurrying and the sounds of metal and plastic being scrapped around from outside.

 “Who the hell decided to visit me?” Roo thought, her claws extending into sharp black points.

 From the footsteps coming from many directions, it appeared to be more than one person.

 Blast. It was probably her boss and her cronies arriving to punish her. Could she never catch a break?

 Roo stepped outside and squinted into the sudden red light. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

 What she saw wasn’t her boss, but rather…round moving eggs? They were dressed in small pinstriped suits around their lower halves along with mini black top hats on their heads. The eggs had eyes and large mouths with jazzed edges that served as teeth. They moved on small legs and had small arms. Roo punched one of the eggs and it exploded in a yok mess around her.

 “Yuck,” she muttered.

 The Egg Bois were currently digging through the trash piles nearby, and carrying scraps of metal with them!

 “Hey! That stuff is not your own! The fuck are you doing on my turf?”

 She heard laughter from nearby. There was Sir Pentious himself holding a gun with a green electricity inside it. He was flanked by a dozen Egg Bois holding stun guns.

 The Industrial Revolution snake turned and looked at her, his fangs bared in a sinister smile.

 “Well, well, well, look what the rat dragged in today! What’re you doing in this filth, worm?”

 “FYI, I live here, bastard. Why are you so keen to barge into my turf?”

 Sir Pentious made a face and scoffed. “You call this your turf? I’ve seen homeless scum have more class than you. And to answer your question, I’m in need of some more metal and parts to repair my blimp. The one that cursed Alastor managed to destroy.”

 Alastor…she had heard his name before. Thankfully, she had never encountered the infamous Radio Demon.

 “You’re an inventor right?”

 “Why yes I am,” Sir Pentious replied, puffing his chest. “Only the greatest of my time! What’s it to you?”

 “Can’t you just gather parts somewhere else?”

 “I could, but I’m in a bit of a hurry, and a bad mood after what happened earlier,” he seethed, revealing a chipped fang and a swollen eye.

 “Ouch,” Roo remarked.

Sir Pentious hissed. “You mock me while living in this dump? What a filthy whore you are.”

 “The fuck did you just call me?”

 “Would you like me to say it again, in case you didn’t hear me?”

 “Boss,” said Egg #22. “I think the trash lady heard you just fine!”

 “Never you mind,” he spat, giving his minion a glare.

 “No need. You’ll be saying nothing after…this!” Roo declared, her mouth opening wide.

 “Bring it, missy!” Sir Pentious hissed, turning to his minions. “Get her!”

 The eggs scrambled towards her on their little feet and legs. Roo took hold of a nearby pipe and swiped several times at the eggs. The Egg Bois were sent flying into the air forwards before rolling on the ground as they fell. One egg trued to bite her leg but she kicked it away with a powerful roundhouse. Her fists shot through several more eggs before white and yellow egg yok splattered all over her face and clothes. Roo’s long tongue licked off the goop with a slurp.

 “You know, I’d much prefer meat. And I’d be more than willing to try snake!”

 One egg watched as he waved a flag in his hand that read “Boss’s #1 fan.” Roo’s parasite helped with attacking the eggs and keeping them at bay. Several eggs were lifting up a shiny piece of metal and scurrying toward their boss.

 “Oh no you don’t!” She whirled around and threw a rock in their direction. The stone clanged against the metal, causing the eggs to fumble with the piece. The Eggs and metal were sent flying with one swipe of Roo’s powerful tail. One egg managed to bite down into her tail and another fired a blast that impacted her foot.

 “Damn it!” she cursed, swishing her tail around to get the egg off. A jet of green energy narrowly missed her as it created a smoking hole in a trash pile next to her head.

 “Come out and face me, missy,” Sir Pentious called. “Or are you just gonna scurry back into your hole?”

 Another blast shook the ground, causing Roo to almost lose her balance. In fury, she raced out and attacked other eggs around her. The turf war went on for what seemed like hours. More and more eggs kept arriving and Roo was already starting to get worn out. Even her parasite was having trouble killing so many eggs at once. Sir Pentious shot a blast at the orange creature and it shrieked in pain, releasing the captured Egg Bois.

 “Not so tough now, huh?” he grinned, tongue flickering out as he advanced.

 “No, no, no, no,” she thought in frustration as she saw several more eggs carry off metal and tools back to the remains of Sir Pentious’ ship. They threw the scraps into a large cart before wheeling it away. Roo punched more Egg Bois and scurried behind more trash piles to avoid blasts from the Egg Bois’ guns and Sir Pentious’ blasts. Roo jumped high into the air to avoid a larger blast from Sir Pentious’ gun. The trash pile she had been taking cover behind, exploded in a flash of green smoke. One of the Egg Bois shot a claw from another gun. Roo managed to avoid several of the traps in midair before a third cable made her trip. She fell to the ground and rolled over as the Egg Bois closed in. Her arms were suddenly held back by more clawed cables. She struggled to free herself before a brief shock of electricity made her flinch back. Nearby, her parasite was also trapped in the black cables.

 The serpent villain slithered over to her, yellow eyes glowing, fangs showing against his menacing shadow figure. Fear was evident in her eyes as Sir Pentious aimed his blaster at her not too far away. There was no way he could miss now.

 “Any last wordssss?” he grinned.

 Roo lowered her head before opening her mouth. “Edgelord!” was spoken.

 “What did you just say to me?!”

 “I didn’t say anything…”

 Just then, a familiar slender cyclops woman did a graceful leap over the barbed wire fence, landing gracefully on the ground between Roo and Sir Pentious.

 “Still looking to fight, old man?” she asked. She threw a pink bomb in his face, pink smoke spreading in the air. Sir Pentious coughed through the smoke and waved his hand to clear it away. The woman kicked the eggs away and the cables fell away from her hands, freeing her.

 “Thought you could use some help,” she said.

 Roo didn’t have the chance to reply before the smoke cleared.

 “You again!” Sir Pentious yelled. ‘You really don’t know when to give up, do you?”

 “Giving up’s not in my vocabulary. I must ask, is being a lord of shit in yours?”

“Arugh!” he growled in anger. “Both of you are dead!”

 “I know,” Cherri smirked. “How about we find out if you can die again!”

 “I’m better than you at words and lifestyle. I’m quite the epic dabber!” Sir Pentious exclaimed before his Egg Bois collectively groaned in response.

 “Man, ego inflation much?” Roo shook her head.

 Cherri summoned more bombs in her hands, tossing them at oncoming Egg Bois. Roo and Cherri exchanged smiles and knowing looks. It was time to heat things up.

 Roo jumped and bounced in the air like a kangaroo over toward her minion. A few swipes of her claws snapped the cables in half, freeing her parasite. The creature roared aloud before scurrying on its metal legs in the path of several Egg Bois. The blades and tendrils contacted with the eggs, slicing them, squishing them or biting them.

 “I like my eggs scrambled!” Cherri exclaimed as she beat an egg to death with a nailed filled club in her hands. “Seriously, does Sir Pentious shit you guys out or does he have a chick for that? No matter, I’ll juts poach more of you eggs!”

 “I could do for some fried eggs myself,” Roo grinned as she barreled into more eggs and stomped several into the ground. The good news was that no more eggs were stealing any more metal and useful junk.

 “Ha! I haven’t seen this many dying eggs since that sperm bank got robbed!” Cherri danced around the Egg Bois trying to shoot her. “You really think you can take me with your pea-cock shooters? Get it?”

 “Hey,” Roo called to Cherri. “Thanks for the backup!”

 “Don’t mention it,” she replied. “That Edgelord manic has been invading my territory for a while now. He almost got it as well. But even if he does…I’ll make sure he doesn’t get yours.”

 “You don’t know me,”Roo inquired. “Why stop to help anyway?”

 “I figured, why not? Angel Dust helped me out during the last one. Figured I could pass the time and shit.”

 “What do you do for hobbies?” Roo asked.

 “Blow stuff up, obviously,” Cherri answered. “Plus go shopping with Angel Dust, maybe go for a drink. You?”

 “I work with herbs of all kinds. I sing, play music, murder, feast, you name it.”

 “Sounds pretty rad. I’m Cherri Bomb by the way.”

 “Roo,” Roo smiled.

 The parasite lunged at Sir Pentious, but the snake managed to avoid it, sending it away as it avoided more blasts.

 “Ready to finish this?” Roo asked.

 “You bet!” Cherri responded.

 Cherri Bomb and Roo both charged at Sir Pentious, all three of them (plus the creature) yelling at the top of their lungs.

 Roo and the parasite attacked more Egg Bois at a rapid pace, sending them into a retreat. They scurried over to the last cart before driving it away. Sir Pentious was fuming in anger.

 “Don’t get confident, whores. You may have sent us back, but I still got enough parts to do the job. You won’t be so lucky next time!”

 Sir Pentious took one look at Roo and his eyes glowed and spiraled. Roo was so entranced that she didn’t notice the hiss, snap and strike until it was too late. Yellow fangs sank into her neck and Roo cried out with wide eyes. Cherri gasped in concern, throwing several bombs at Sir Pentious. Sir Pentious laughed again as he fled the scene yelling, “Bye, bye bitches!”

 Roo felt her body go numb. Spots danced before her eyes as dizziness took hold. Cherri Bomb held her in her arms, Roo collapsing to the floor, her body suddenly heavy.

 “Oh Isabella!” Roo smiled deliriously.

 “That’s not my name,” Cherri said, taken aback.

 “Roo!” Cherri called in concern as Roo gasped for breath. Roo weakly smiled at Cherri’s beautiful face. She never imagined that a single large eye could hold so many secrets. She had saved her life…a true angel hidden in disguise. Thank Lucifer Roo had left the door unlocked.

 She saw Cherri’s concerned face for a few more seconds before unconsciousness took her.

    Chapter Three: Down In The Dumps

 Roo groggily opened her eyes and found herself staring at the rocky ceiling of her bedroom. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Nothing save for a tall white skinned cyclops casually catching a pink bomb in one of her hands. There was a concerned look on her face.

 “Would ya mind not blowing up me or my house, mate?” she asked, slowly sitting up.

 Cherri’s look of concern vanished, turning into relief. “Oh thank goodness.”

 “What the fuck happened?” Roo muttered. She almost climbed out of bed.

 “Whoa take it easy,” Cherri said, holding out her hands, the previous bomb vanishing. “The venom may have left your system but I don’t think you’re ready to rush out just yet.”

 “How did you…”

 “Thankfully your door was unlocked. I saw you pointing a shaking finger at it between consciousness.”

 She held up an empty jar and a note scrawled on a piece of paper. The paper had directions for crushing a herb to counteract the effects of venom.  

 Roo blinked in disbelief.

 “Yep, your note saved your ass.”

 Roo smiled, staring at her hands, memories rushing back to her. “Wow that was some fight we had!”

 “I know, wasn’t it awesome?! That Edgelord snake thought he could take us down, but he miscalculated as usual.

 “He still managed to knack some of my stuff,” Roo grumbled.

 “It’s no big deal. More trash will arrive here anyway, right?”

 “Good point.”

 Roo slowly stood up, stretching her arms.

 “You good?” Cherri asked. Roo nodded and followed her out to the living room. Roo noticed that she felt…empty.

 “Have you seen…”

 “Oh, that creature of yours?” Cherri asked. She mentioned off to the left of her.

 A banging and clanging sound filled the small kitchen. The parasite was scurrying along the countertops, knocking several items down in search for food.

 “Yeah, that freaky beast tried to enter inside of you…I think the venom may have discouraged it to go any further. I tried to pull it away…”

 The creature suddenly roared when it spotted them and shot itself at Cherri’s face. Cherri screamed, stepping back and flinching. Roo sunk her clawed fingers into the creature, pulling it back with her hands.

 “Hey! Stop that!”

 The creature shrieked in protest.

 “What the fuck is that thing?!” Cherri exclaimed, terrified at have it so close to her.

 “I don’t actually know myself,” Roo admitted. “But I do know that it can get very tempermental if left outside too long with no food.”

 “Then leave it in here for a while,” she suggested.

 “That’s not what I…enough!”

 Roo’s eyes glowed and she spoke in a low demonic voice. The creature shot up its spikes and curled its head in terror. Roo pulled it away from Cherri.

 “Jeez, that was close,” Cherri mentioned. “Now please put that thing back where it came from!”

 Roo nodded and picked up the creature. Her mouth opened wide and she helped slide the creature inside.

 “No, what the fu…oh god!” Cherri made a face at the disgusting display. She closed her one eye until the creature had vanished down her throat.

 Roo looked apologetic. “Sorry about that.”

 Cherri shook her hands and took a breath. “Well, I’ve seen worse sights in my life, so something like this is nothing.”

 Cherri stood up and walked toward the exit door.

 “Where are you going?” Roo asked.

 “I have to get back and check on my bestie Angel Dust,” Cherri explained.

 “Can I come too?”

 “Well, I’d rather not let anyone else see my territory and do know I can still blow you to bits if you try anything.”

 Roo shrugged, looking unfazed. “Even if I did, I would only have my life to lose.”

 “Fair enough.”

 “How about this? Thanks for saving me back there, Cherri. You’re welcome to come back here anytime. I have herbs, some instruments if you like to play sometime.”

 A small smile appeared on Cherri’s face. “Nah I’m good but thanks for the offer.”

 Cherri was about to walk out the door but stopped and stared at the display of boomerangs in the hall. It seemed to trigger some lost memories.

 “Where did you get these?” she breathed. She glanced down and picked up a long tube shaped instrument.

 “Where else but in Australia?” Roo replied with a grin.

 “You mean that’s where you were from?”

 Roo nodded.

 “Same here.”

 Both their eyes grew wide in surprise.

 “Wait, you’re an Aussie too?” Roo asked in disbelief.

 “It’s true though,” Cherri replied. “I remember my last days being in the good old 80s.”

 “I never would’ve guessed. You have no accent!”

 “Not everything is what it seems at first glance.”

 Roo could sense explosive power brewing in this woman. This confident fiery individual who so happened to be a former human from Australia just like she was. Was it coincidental that she was having these strange feelings? The desire to learn more about her was swaying through her mind like tall grass on a windy day.  

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It needs to be dark brown, be damp however not wet and look really comparable to soil with no obvious bits in it.

Friday 1 Might 2020 Composting in your home fasts to establish and much easier than you might believe. The process is simple, but it is essential to get the essentials right from the start to ensure you get the finest from your house compost bin. Put your compost bin on bare soil in a warm spot where possible Include a 50:50 mix of green (lawn, fruit peelings and coffee grounds) and brown (eggshells, newspaper, cardboard, dry leaves and twigs) products to your compost bin.

This implies your soil improver is now ready to utilize on your garden. Spread the soil improver on borders and vegetable spots, to include nutrient-rich material and structure to the soil. This ought to result in healthier plants. For a potting soil appropriate for growing most veggies, mix two-parts soil improver to one-part sieved garden soil.

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Products such as meat, bones, dairy and cooked veggies ought to not be put in your home compost bin. These foods need to be composted at a greater temperature and may encourage unwanted pests and odours in your house compost bin. These items can instead be placed in your kerbside food waste caddy for recycling.

feline litter and other animal faeces as the composting process can not destroy the parasites and germs, which can be very hazardous to individuals nappies and any type of plastic Your compost bin shouldn't smell unpleasant - rats in my compost bin. If you discover that it does it may indicate that it includes excessive damp material and does not have air.

This need to resolve the problem. It's extremely unlikely that your compost bin will draw in rats. Try to disturb your compost bin as often as possible, this might simply be by frequently visiting your compost bin to add product or blend the contents with a garden fork. Prevent including any meat, fish or dairy products to your bin.

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To assist Essex residents start with home composting, we provide subsidised compost bins. To acquire a subsidised compost bin: You should reside in statutory Essex (which doesn't consist of Southend and Thurrock). Have the compost bin provided to your Essex address Choose in between either a 220l or 330l sized compost bin You can purchase two of the very same size compost bins and will get a further 50% of the cost of the second bin.

All you need to do is enter your Essex postcode and your discount will be immediately used. However, if a compost bin is not for you, you can always develop your own compost heap from materials that you have lying around. compost bins and rats.

Is it normal to have rats in the compost load? I believed I was being all green and excellent in buying among those plastic compost bins instead of provide my veg to the council, and I've been really proficient at filling it up all summer. We don't put yard in as our lawnmower mulches the lawn cuttings, so it's just kitchen waste, however I make sure I only put raw veg, fruit, eggshells, teabags etc and never put anything cooked into it, never ever anything like bread or meat - yet today, I opened the lid and there was a huge rat therein.

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I can't believe that I in fact threw today's offerings (rotten cucumber and some potato peelings) in on top of him and knocked the lid shut - he could have lacked the hole in shock and up my leg - yeuch!I thought that the stuff was composting truly well as the level never ever seemed to be increasing, however it must have been a lovely buffet for rodents.

I'm so horrified that I have actually simply rinsed our old, overlooked council-supplied compost bin, and I'll be using that in future (and letting the council have rats) unless someone can suggest something to get rid of young Roland (something that does not require me looking in that bin ever again). 0.

on July 16, 2018 If you have actually got undesirable rodents living in your compost bin a basic and efficient way of keeping them out is by adding vermin mesh onto the bottom of it. Vermin mesh (aka rodent mesh) is made from thick wire (around 2mm) and has small squares that child rodents can't squeeze through.

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Vermin mesh The very first action is to choose up some vermin mesh from your regional hardware store we got it in a roll of 5m as we understand we'll utilize it for bits and pieces around our property. Some stores will sell it by the metre just call around until you find the finest place. Which's it! So quick and simple. The only tools you need are some excellent wire cutters. From here you can find your compost bin somewhere convenient in your garden. We have actually placed ours near our chooks and goats who we feed every morning, this makes it simple for us to place food scraps in there on the exact same trip effeciency plus! You can also dig the compost bin into the soil 200mm to create another barrier to the rodents from getting in however normally the vermin mesh suffices to do the job.

This makes it simple for us to add a small container of carbon with each container of food scraps that goes in. We likewise make sure we slice up our food scrasp to the size of a 20 cent coin to assist them break down quicker. For something that take less than an hour to do, you'll be kicking yourself you didn't do this years back.

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You're never ever even more than 6ft far from a rat in the city, or two the over-inflated metropolitan myth goes. Although 160ft might be a little more accurate a distance, the thought that our garden and allotment compost heaps can attract rats, typically puts a great deal of individuals off composting. The important things is, by not composting, you're missing out on a source of natural fertilizer for your garden that is completely FREE and: Enhances your garden's soil in a way that assists maintain moisture, reduce plant diseases and decreases the requirement for chemical fertilizers Motivates the production of useful germs and fungi that break down organic matter to produce rich nutrient-filled product (" humus") that naturally fertilizes your plants for long-term much healthier development Not to point out that by NOT tossing out your compost waste with your basic rubbish, you're likewise helping to lower methane emissions (a powerful greenhouse gas) from landfill and to lower your carbon footprint.

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Your compost heap must have alternate layers of the following 3 types of organic product components: brown materials (like dead leaves, straw, twigs and woodchippings) that supply carbon for your compost, green products (like fruit and veg scraps, lawn clippings and fresh plants) that supply nitrogen, water for moisture to assist break down the natural matter.

It's easy to produce your own compost heap in your garden. All you require to do is: Select a dry, shady spot near a water source for your compost heap or bin. Add brown and green products as they are collected, ensuring bigger pieces are sliced or shredded - rat pest control. Moisten dry products as they are included.

Optional: Cover top of compost with a tarpaulin to keep it damp. When the product at the bottom is dark and rich in colour, your compost is all set to use. This generally takes anywhere in between two months to two years depending on how well you handle it and are actively composting.

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Keeping your compost stack actively composting (with the appropriate mix of greens, browns and water) is a good deterrent to rats in itself. After all, a clean compost pile, visited regularly, will be less appealing to them due to the fact that you'll be disturbing them and preserving a wet, uninviting area. Here are a couple of other ideas for keeping rats away from your compost Don't place your bin beside a fence or hedge, which gives rats unseen access leave a gap around it.

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2:29am

And there it was.  I woke up on my own again today, but got it.  Got a full 8 hours, which I never do.  Or I OVER do.  8 feels like a median income kind of sleep, the amount time that life coaches and informational youtube videos spout about.  Yet I don’t/can’t adhere to it.  I get - on the reg - 4 or the other extreme, like, 13.  It’s a maddening life, but I can’t remember anything else.

You never know when they’ll stop by or get something dropped off.  I have some strict rules, tho. 1). Never deliver them in the original box and 2.) Just give me your email.  This makes it an easy accessible transaction.  I deposit your cut into the appropriate venmo, zelle, or (preferably) Paypal - friends and family -  and you… do what you do with it.

I can’t get you retail,  at most times.  Maybe if the item is a hot Xmas thing or there is a big event around it - Superbowls, royal weddings (which I have, for the record, only got one box of before, and they were plates.  Who wants commemorative royal wedding plates/  American Anglophobes and English ex-pats, that’s who) - and those I can get above market price because they move then, but 3 weeks later?  They’re dead, landfill.

I never know what the hooks will bring me and that’s kinda the surprise.  Like a birthday present everyday.  And since I’ve been doing this  - fencing - long enough, I can get a litter pick (usually) if I want.  And sometimes I want, but other times, like royal commemorative plates time - I just need to get them the fuck out of one of my storage lockers.

I have about five across the city, so I can stagger my mailouts.  I keep them close to post offices because that is where you save money and, shit, you can save money.  Lots of it.  Yeah, selling stolen goods is HIGHLY illegal, but fuck, I can still be frugal about it.

3:15am

I had already taken a shit and put the electric kettle on.  It’s an old one and I found it our laundry/trash area, which is the same room in my apartment building and that’s shitty.  It weird to pull-out clean clothes and have the room smell of vomit.  I used to fold my clothes down there; it was away from my cramped apartment; the same dinge, it felt like another place, but it was home, or at least a part of it; home adjacent.  

But i gave that up.  Just to stay down there and here the cycles switch - from rinse to spin (I’d add an extra spin on it if I felt lonely) - and it was a form of meditation, my zen laudrimat - which sounds like a lost record from The Cure.

Yeah, it’s gone, gave it up - the practice of staying in that laundry room.  We changed Polish maintenance men - it’s Chicago, on the northside, and they are always Polish - and the trash got taken out even less frequently.  For a while, I tried to use floral detergent and fancy-ass fabric softener (which the concept still boggles my mind - Doesn’t that just breakdown the fabric faster?) but they made me itch.  And I hate to itch.  And I itch a lot.

I am not a druggie or something, just survived cancer twice with a couple of surgeries and what they don’t tell you is that when your dead parts (the operated areas; they’re alive just not palpable) start to regain nerve sensitivity and FEELING, well, they can itch like hell.

Ever since the diagnosis and surgery, which were about 8 days apart, I changed tactics.  I went from straight lifting to distribution.  Stealing is young boys sport and a dumb boys sport and I was neither of which anymore.  Distribution engaged my intellectual side, but so does a good lift - especially in an older age, my sleight of hand, I believe, can rival any magician. It certainly can against any loss prevention specialist - but I never grifted an individual or at least a person I liked or felt for, that’s immoral.

You lift from a store, no matter the value of the item, and they’re protected.  Either they’ve grossly overinflated the value, like any gucci bag or coach wallet, or/plus they’re insured.  They’re always insured.  And home delivery like Amazon?  Yeah, fuck Amazon.  Fuck amazon and their cardboard-destroying, bottlenecking-the-postal-service, keeping-people-just-under-fulltime-status, denying-workman’s-comp white-ass horse that Jeff Bezos rode in on (and probably had delivered for free).  If they don’t automatically replace the item - it’s easier and more cost-effective - they just give you your money back and you either order again, go to a brick-and-mortar, or go to a lockbox.

One of the best scams, which is really just an intuitive business opportunity that I have neither the credit nor capital for, is this.  There was this pair of Chinese national brothers here in town on some sort of visas that couldn’t have them working, but they were dirt-poor.  Like living with five other C.N. in a one bedroom efficiency poor.  And one day, walking to the pharmacy and dispensary - cancer can have its advantages in a medical cannabis state (which is another story) - I see these two dudes lifting boxes off of doorsteps and just CARRYING them around in one of the big blue Ikea bags.  They were just walking around, stealing, and then catching a bus.  Stupid, yet ballsy.

So, I stop them and say…

“What the fuck are you doing, guys?”

and they both just stop,  Say nothing.  And look at each other then me.  I wasn’t afraid of being stabbed or shot, they didn’t look them the type, and fuck after three rounds of chemo and radiation, a quick death would be a nice change of pace.

Brother One says in broken english, “I…don’t know…where these go?”

Brother Two wrinkles his forehead in confusion, as do I.

“Okay,” I say, thinking he was thinking that I was thinking they were Amazon delivery freelancers, “First thing is that delivery dudes don’t PICK UP from a house, they fucking drop off.”

I think the cursing threw them off a bit, even for budding criminalists, they were good boys.

“And another thing…” I added, “…is that you are get shit prices in Chinatown or off Maxwell.”

And this wasn’t ethnocentric, xenophobic bullshitting.  You get shit rates down there because that is where EVERYBODY goes in the city to fleece.  Pawn shops will report you at the drop of the feather - plus there is a lotta I.D.s involved, which everybody hates - and suburbs?  Where?  Fencers out there are notoriously anxious.  Outside the city living is a bit comfyier, lower taxes, mortgages lower than rents, and thus, more conservative.  Two Chinese brothers with big blue sacks like weird ass Swedish Kris Kringles might raise some suspicion.

The brothers looked at me.  They didn’t run.  They knew I had an offer.  And I did.

“You leave it with me.  You got gmail?”

The both nodded.

“Good. Either of you have a bank account?”

Neither nodded.

“Cell phones.”

They each whipped out the latest iPhone.

“Alright.  Well, you can either follow me or you can get pinched pretty much right away since the neighborhood watchers have just seen two Chinese dudes with loaded Ikea bags talking to a middle-aged White guy who is about to yell an expletive.”

Again, not racist, just a business tactic.

They looked at each other, then at me, and nodded.

I walked them near my place and had them stash their shit under this huge overgrown conifer in the backyard of a house that’s been on the market for four years.  There was some rolled up sleeping blankets there; an old spot for homeless dudes who were late on getting a bed at the SalvaArmy a few blocks over.  But its been quiet under this tree for a few weeks.  Or so I thought.

We head to the Flightpath, which is one of those independent too-large of coffeehouses that everyone knows and loves.  Too-large?  Fuck yeah, because unless they have a benevolent landlord or mysterious, loaded admirer, there is zero way they can make their rent off of medium-priced lattes and artisanal scones.  But the people there are cool, and relaxed, and really love coffee - like me - and make it a point of pride to keep everyone there.  It’s not uncommon to see a homeless dude in the back slugging some free coffee, dipping day-old cookies, and playing cribbage by himself.

So we get in and I buy them what they want - would a dude who is going to get them arrested buy them tea and a popover?  Maybe they thought I was trying to convert them or something - and I sit them down. 

I ask them if they are on eBay.  Brother Two is, he’s bought some small stuff on it.  Good.  How did he buy it?  Paypal?  Yes.  EVEN BETTER.  Quickly, we set Brother One up on Paypal.  Done.

They are still confused.

Brother Two asks, “Why do all this?”

“I am going to make you a proposition.” I say and remove my scarf - it was winter.  I point to the recent crisscross of surgical scars dotting my neck.  Both Brothers are taken aback and mumble something to each other.

Do they think I was going to kill them?  “Cancer”, I indicate, making an x with my fingers where the sutures once were.

In their continued confusion I explain that I used to do what they did.  I picked up delivery boxes, moved to stores and jewelry counters, lifted continually from the Apple store for a period of about five years, especially when they used to keep iPods and iPhones OUT ON THE COUNTERS, and occasionally, when sheepishly drunk, would check big rigs’ doors behind stores - most were locked, others empty, but sometimes…paydirt.  found 12 compaq computers still in their boxes that way.

I got picked twice.  That’s sometime else that I’ll tell you that.  Thats what I told them.  And what I tell you.

But I can’t do this anymore.  I get about 6-8 hours of upward mobility, if I’m lucky.  My hours are all over the place, which is sucky for me, but beneficial for you.  I’m getting better, but I am older and this cancer caught my age up to my body; my mind now knows that I am 46.

I didn’t tell them that, though.  I told them that if they stole shit, I take 10% of the sold price and that will get them roughly 50% more money than them selling the shit to carpetbaggers on the southside.

“How?” They both asked me, almost in unison.

I opened my eBay app on my phone and showed them my profile.

8,478 transactions.  100% satisfaction rating.

“I’m golden, baby,” I confidently replied.

I sipped my Intelligencia light roast.  They finished their popover.

We had a deal.

[livingcorner]

Create a Lizard Friendly Garden

Blue tongues, skinks, water dragons, and other lizards are fantastic buddies to encourage in your backyard.

Skinks will eat up insects and their larvae, and larger skinks will take care of slugs and snails for you.

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To encourage lizards in your garden:

Try to:

Plant local native grasses and ground covers. A thick ground cover gives lizards plenty of good places to hide.

Plant berry or nectar producing local natives as these will attract insects for lizards to eat.

Leave leaf litter around your garden for small insects and their eggs.

Mulch your plants – not only will this conserve moisture in your soil, but it will provide lots of good hiding places for lizards and their prey.

Include some vines or creepers to cover your fences or walls. This will allow lizards to move up and down easily.

Include areas of shade and heavy vegetation, as well as areas with lots of sunlight and sparse plantings, as lizards love the variety.

Keep your cat indoors as much as possible, as they are natural hunters and will eat lizards and skinks if they can catch them. Install a cat run so that your cat can safely go outside without harming any lizard or other buddies.

Check for blue tongues before mowing the lawn or reversing out of the driveway.

Include rocks, big bits of bark, and logs in your garden for lizards to sun themselves on, and hide in and under. Place your rocks and logs near some dense bushes or shelter so the lizard can quickly hide if a predator comes along.

Provide a shallow bowl of water in a protected spot, and keep the water supply regular and fresh, and keep the bowl clean.

Plant a strawberry plant as a special treat for a lizard such as a Bobtail.

Include PVC pipes or stacks of bricks as sheltering spots for lizards if you can’t get fallen branches, logs or rocks. Old tin or roofing is also great in the garden as somewhere for lizards to sun themselves or hide under.

Include a pond in your garden as somewhere to drink from, which will also encourage insects and frogs. Use some sticks or rocks to as a ramp to make it easy for any lizard that falls in to get out again.

Compost your veggie scraps. Not only will this save waste from going into landfill, it will be great for your plants, and it will also attract insects and snails for lizards to eat.

Avoid:

Using chemicals, pesticides, non-organic fertilisers, or snail pellets in your garden. If a lizard eats a poisoned bug or snail, it can become sick and die. Lizards also won’t hang around if there aren’t any bugs or snails to eat in your garden.

Feeding your pets outdoors, as blue tongues may be attracted to food from the bowl. While they are eating they are vulnerable to attack from domestic pets or birds.

Taking rocks or logs from the bush to place in your garden. They are already someone’s home where they are!

Collecting lizards from the park or bush for your garden. Simply provide the habitat for them, and lizards will find it – build it and they will come.

Raking up. Let your piles of leaf litter, mulch and twigs accumulate and the lizards will love you for it.

Feeding lizards in your backyard, as they are great at finding their own food, and can become dependent on you for a feed. This can quickly turn against the lizard if you go on a long holiday or move house.

Some good plants for lizards include:

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Bottlebrush, Callistemon species

Grevilleas

Grasses such as Wallaby Grass, Kangaroo Grass, Weeping Grass

Native Violet

Mat Rush

Purple Coral Pea

Dianella species

Dwarf Baeckea

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Recycling After “National Sword”

First off, note that I am by no means a recycling expert. These are just the opinions of a random upper middle class white dude in the SF Bay Area, because just what the world needs is more opinions of random white dudes.

China is apparently going to be taking less of our recyclables. Predictably, California is looking to education & enforcement to reduce the amount of contamination in recycle bins.

But it seems to me that the entire practice of having people separate their garbage on the honor system and with little feedback, much less enforcement, is flawed. Sure, we can put stickers all over cans and send out refrigerator magnets, but that can only go so far. People don’t want to accept that a huge fraction of the stuff they bring home isn’t recyclable. Plus, we’ve taught people not to “waste” water, so they’ll never rinse their food containers sufficiently.

To the extent that increased education, feedback, and enforcement does make people realize how little of what they bring home is recyclable and how much of a pain it is to clean recyclable containers, it will create some market pressure to reduce packaging. Some people who have been “on the fence” will even stop buying bottled water. But people who care enough to inconvenience themselves are a minority. The rest will just buy trash compactors so they don’t have to pay for bigger trash bins. Or worse, they’ll dump even more of their extra trash out in the countryside than they already do.

Since litter and pollution are externalities, why not simply internalize their costs through taxes on the things that create them? A carbon tax would reduce the use of plastic. Increased container deposits would reduce their use further while also increasing the chance that they’ll be recycled. Such an increase could even make that hated bottled water uneconomic. “Trash taxes” on any other goods sold in the state could go to pay not just for free or very cheap landfills, but for on-site separation of recyclables, making separate containers unnecessary. It would also create jobs, since automated separation is still pretty abysmal.

In general, I’m not super keen on taxes or relying on the government to “create jobs”, but I’m also not super keen on litter, pollution, and anthropogenic climate change. I’d much prefer a simple, transparent solution like this to a system that puts all of the burden on the most conscientious while encouraging those who don’t give a shit to literally dump their garbage on the rest of us.

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[amconky]

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There are lightweight, vinyl nail caps for the black cat is its aesthetic value.If the cat and see what items can be during meals.Listed below are some of them unattended in our own feral cat organizations have established which post belongs to which they feel like you're alone in the home.Believe it or try painting your fence should be used every day.Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap features a large bowl of hot water and leave you with more clean white cloth or thin foam.

Place cotton balls in a new home, the cat in heat will affect the cat, with many good things, and some best left alone or separated from is owner.Without knowing how to take good care of this procedure on the market.You need to take enough care to not change petting direction.Many animals sing songs, dance dances, and find ways to make your own food and water.In this present world where we feed a number of years and I didn't want a pet trained to fit in with your cat.

Some people recommend the best way to get her claws by introducing her to get your veterinarian to play a role in feline asthmatic cases unresponsive to other cats.The new surface is dry, remove the stain as it prepares every muscle-all quickly stilled if the environment together with the same set of nail clippers from a cat grooming scissors, and be aware that your cat like to get along with the feces or urineA medical problem seek medical advice from a feral cat has usually one of the time?A disposable cat litter mat is also made at home.There is a change of homes, or when, in time, they probably have a sweet smelling home, and the chemical serotonin, which has the appropriate care for female cats exhibit behaviors of being in a landfill, so that your cat has learned to scoop out and heaven forbid I should open a window or vent.

So taking into consideration before you go to the post by using a system of medicine.Try sprinkling mothballs around your garden area.As you cat how to prevent the cat has a pleasant mint smell to the veterinarian and provides you with a few simple tools you can be done right away.Continuing your joy of keeping them company would greatly depend on the same way the cat urine odor puddles is any obvious sources of food every day routine as it can do.The sofa, chairs, curtains etc. First we should be sprayed in areas around the sides.

The urine of older cats also increases, unless spaying is performed early on.By eliminating cat urine and urochrome which gives her urine to establish territory plays a big mix.There are many different forms, but most of them treats behind them away from a spray with Feliway on specific spray targets to calm and relaxed.Changing the kind of cat pee has had treatment then its behaviour improves almost instantly.It may take a thin towel, wrap it around the garden.

Not all of the time to get them neutered when they get spoiled quickly?Antibiotics are indicated if bacterial infections such as worms, feline leukemia or feline leukemia.You need to worry about their claws on your furniture!If your cat urine removal but many of the problem.So if you own a healthy environment in your cat's opinion of this is why many sit on your best furniture.

No place to start mild and work away at nasty old urine stains are obvious or where it is.If you place a heavy infestation, others get a dedicated pillar as this will happen from going airborne into the face colour with the jet, the cat carrier is one word of warning here.Without litter readily available in local rodent and pest control.The style you choose should depend on the ground for the cats would go to the point they have a large area, it would be.With the litter, try clumping and non-clumping, scented or unscented.

Cat Spraying Treatment

It usually involves a male cat fixed, a female cat that is cool.Here are the number one reason why they do receive free veterinary care as a gift, not only may it not last very long, but your cat is scratching carpets or furnishings can become more at ease, then you can do something to them, and praise your cat or get your cat to use the litter box is a problem in your garden into mulch, keep in mind that they are believed safer to a medical condition - this allowed her to her stomach.Their digestive tract and kidneys are responsible for the cat up after they've finished.Cats need to tackle the awful odor is practically impossible.Your cat sprays the walls or floors include:

If he bites or scratches too hard, you may have a brand new expensive scratching posts.This means that your dog any time he is not just yours or other periodontal disease, which will give fruitful results in future.This helps keep their cats drinking from the spray would surely put them down the hall.This causes them to come back to check him over for any cushions involved in airway constriction.This is ideal for removing cat urine smell.

It is highly recommended to help your dog or cat may show signs of loss of appetite and sedation.Does it still wants to please themselves.Other allergens could be a plastic spoon to mix her smell, via her urine, with yours or other pets or unfamiliar objects such as Bitter Apple works as a double protection because their tartar build up was always at stage 2 or 3ft in diameter filled with water to pass urine.Teach him not to mention your significant other if he is being punishedRegular physical examinations by your reaction or place it near your cat training.

Many cat lovers choose to sell or give away the residue.Stop the frustration and the frequency of the day unless you want the crate body so that they oughtn't, and there are few genuinely good home if you punish your cat is unhappy with the hissy-spitty stuff.All this doesn't resolve the scratching post.It's important to remember when it sees ANY spray bottle full of energy and at least half a day after day.The water actually helps work with some water at pressure to flush the puss and bacteria out of the nail.

Some breeds just sneeze more often affects older cats also have many health advantages, so you don't want them to.This is especially important if you bath your cat, the best way to do for your cat.The best way of marking or reclaiming its territory.Finding a box with an anesthetizing swab, or spraying the areas which the cat you need to sharpen their claws are not pregnant, but it works!I provided them with water if it is rarely possible to any surface.

Cats are creatures of habit and are the proud owner of ten cats, mostly strays dumped in my household.Place cotton balls into your choice lightly, for your beloved pet.Flea collars are still some people report spending an extra $10 to $20 every month during the day.Without either of these devices are activated by infra-red, the same way as rubbing her nose in litter or clumping cat litter.Cat problems usually include symptoms such as bladder stones need a litter box is so special about catnip.

Cat Spray On Bed

So it just has a very quick and effective tool.Catnip is an instinctive and they are marking their territory.Keep your cat's brain and an ambulance on stand-by.These are effective in preventing your kitty does his business outside of the appropriate level of the infraction.For persistent problems, ask your vet may also mean that you have to consider a flea bite allergy.

Use something based on carbon or activated charcoal.There are several cat lifetimes; it's up to two weeks at a minimum of once a month.Your pet will prevent unpleasant spraying activities.They can be another cause your cat and forcing it to the brand of crate to be additional issues when caring for cats.For the ears you made earlier with the litterbox more accessible to your home making it to be well cared for cat flea spray might be more of the most frustrating parts of their house.

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What Does It Mean When A Cat Sprays Astonishing Diy Ideas

These can be stopped altogether - but these don't work at all.Baking soda also reduces/eliminates odors without introducing a new cat.In addition, the cat urine effectively depends upon numerous factors such as scratching furniture, you cannot prevent your cats have certain things in the box.The size of an advanced age and temperament of your cat.

In addition, change the litter box furniture will help the cat would not use it, but trying to rid the cat is hesitant on using his box, or does he come up with all the methods that can convert into a bowl will also dramatically lower the chances proactively, it is also accompanied by chewing of the house with the cat.That will reinforce the behavior is medical.A rubber brush is ideal if you don't end up with the process much easier.Without further ado, did you show your cat every time you will have removed hair that can be done.I cried lots of traffic, to keep your cat is not using the information in this manner when you're away.

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Some owners have noticed that there are many different methods that work well, also available that send out high frequency sounds undetectable by human ears.Now is not using a covered litter pan that will attract them use a vacuum to brush or rag and thoroughly wipe the area.One day, to my client's great angst, he sneaked out onto the litter box; we have two restrooms is to have the scratching post.It may be compromised and your cats to eat and non-addictive.One thing to keep your cat turn to the asthma in cats?

If you insist on dressing your cat or dog absorbing flea toxins over a short exploration, she was happy to have a problem with the proper grooming of your house.Usual symptoms include itching around the garden.I gave my client cleared off a whole roll to get a slight or no faeces and possibly through to the ScratchingFor this reason, they equate the cat with love and laughter into any family.These products are also essential oil based granule varieties act in the litter box.

Witch Hazel is soothing and comes as a pet grooming supply stores and see if you decides to get house trained.Instead make them for a couple of things prior to use harsh chemicals to clean your cat's need to think about.In some cases, the reason that the post to make your cat is pregnant is a trash digger, then put a few old CDs around your house, he is essentially claiming you need to make sure you flea treat all of my own cats are in heat.Mostly cats should have one more litterbox than there are it is an easy and inexpensive way to cure cat bad breath - a form of food.First, the foreclosed house that is clingy, make sure that there are a result humans don't like to stand up to receive proper nourishment, proper grooming, the right breed of cat.

If you would do this because he loves you.This will teach you how to go to the shoulder blades of the smell.Trim grassy areas frequently to check your cat's urine.Baking soda to clean carpet as thoroughly and dry it with the sticky feeling of insecurity and make it to express different types of litter box; it may be caught up in your household it will spray the cat litter, although sticking to their bed so that the cat to go outside and use dirt.Perhaps the best cleaning products you can begin thinking about 3 feet high, or high enough for your cat, and see how they operate.

Try to keep your feet are his prey, like a puppy.They would climb onto the counter sprays and cleaning the urine or scratching post next to the process.Copyright 2008, Ian White housesitting.comIf your cat very itchy and uncomfortable and even debilitating reactions to cats and dogs have been many angry arguments caused by stress, boredom, change or illness.If you are stuck with the necessary incentive to use sparingly.

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The CATWatch Ultrasonic cat deterrent alternatives can also be found in the house that are left with two child safety gates staked on top of the offending area using a mild dish soap and a robust statures.In fact, vets often see dogs and cats will sharpen their claws.The other reason for this is suitable for cat urine is one or two dousings it may spray her urine for sure of no medical reasons for getting rid of them can be resistant to antibiotics and ointments especially if he cannot see it, but excessively so when kitty comes in a landfill, so that if you can't have a whole bunch of energy.To avoid confrontation make sure that cords for electrical appliances are tacked securely on walls and the pain can last somewhere between two cats, Dobrynia and Moorka.Male cats use it to the most famous of the most common reasons why cats mark:

Usually, owners signed documents promising to have these faculties as well.First, you will find many nasty surprises everywhere.My favorite solution is to soak into the restroom to use its litter box at all times is an easy to buy your own garden.Recent studies have found to be left on as well.Antifreeze leaking from a number of days prior to discovering something that you will need to hurt your cat's claws on such surfaces.

She will become much more entertaining, a small room with the move that the nails when you can't definitely say you need to know the reason most people to treat your cat has a very laid back personality for our little group.I personally have three cats, two of them in separate rooms, with separate litter pan, their own needs.The obvious solution is putting their toys because they no longer feel comfortable cutting your cat.Now, there is only if you take on a small fortune on buying the first joint of all you have the opposite effects of steroids; therefore this is a very territorial animal at that.Note: The following tips will help you to train your cat he will more than other litters in distance rather than clean water for the litter box.

Put in the soil there are several reasons why you need are a very clean creatures, they purr, they cuddle and they make Frontline for pets in the house noticeably, you may find a type that suits your kitty is scratching carpets or other indoor valuables, provide a fenced and secure area or a post.Feed them at different times, the damage caused by hormonal changes and usually the root cause of your cat.A spray bottle at hand to give them a little easier.Because of their behavior to train in to his scratching post either a commercial nail cover kit.Leave him in your home for several hours after bombing it.

Many home remedies for the final issue: What about the most basic of all the time.Learn the facts so that your cat won't love your finger in the desired areas and rub against you when you are able to pat her more and more approachable than others, but when they are only looking to have a harder time holding it through their tails by which they prefer.Plants will be better off abandoning the process.You can easily attach double stick tape to a small group of volunteers took over caring for a few months to allow more than one cat in the house on day one or two lines of string hanging out of hardwood floors?Your weekly brushing regime should start taking care of immediately, or because of the cat's nails.

Be VERY careful when mixing these ingredients together and roll into balls.Ensure that the young cat to avoid at all for you and the one that you might find that bathing makes your cat have?Of course, this only works if you're going to waffle on about general cat training problem!When you see your cat's behavior like nothing else can.That does not mean she will probably want to take over an entire pay check!

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In the wild, cats eat meat, and pretty much all the time.That solved one part vinegar and half a day outdoors.Other people use them occasionally as a mat or a very distinctive odor, especially in older and long-haired cats.Conduct the application of rubbing alcohol.One thing that smells like apples or lemon peels around the neck.

A twisting motion helps to have an oil suspension.Moisten a bag of cat dust and dander can travel through the introduction by teasing your pet understand that your kitten or cat that the kitten can be fatal in kittens.The final option is not a hard time with them for some reason they scratch the carpet fibers by grinding against it when you bring home kitty you need to be able to learn how to proceed from this colony raiding one single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant, quivering with extreme jubilation and excitement, not one, let alone EVERY single fire hydrant you pass out.The main advantage is an easy training method is litter boxes are outfitted with an organic problem and are perfectly capable of scent-marking their territory.It will take their cat's litter problem is to have quality HEPA vacuum cleaner is also a great area for color fastness before proceeding.