Quail everywhere. Somebody oughta shoot'em; they've been pooping on my front porch, again. Javalulus coming up to the house, fer cryin' out loud!
Well, I don't shoot at porch pets, but I don't suppose they'd be safe from being scared at by my shots if they got 200 yards from the house. Now all I've gotta do is get me
200 yards from your house!
But the bitty j-swine are safe from me now, I reckon. I've about had my fill of the knife-turning, smelly tamale-makin' critters.