text; un: johnb (critters)

[baum]

[ Honestly, thank god for this thing's text function. ]

Hey everyone, this is John.

Ever since that new sinkhole opened yesterday, the number of those weird alien dinosaur moles that come from them has been growing.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't love the idea of killing them all just because they're in the way. I know they can't stay here, but there has to be somewhere else we can take them. I'm open to suggestions. I just think we should talk about it.

If any of you agree with me, can we maybe get a team together and try to corral them or something? I know Rémi wants to put them down, but I'd like to at least present an alternative.

Comments

[baum]

[ Oh no it's like he's writing letters...

That's kind of nice. ]

I agree. Their claws were made for digging. I don't think we need to make a hole for them, I think we just need to find them somewhere safe to dig for themselves. If we do that, their instincts should take over.

[trassel]

John,

Have you found any such place? I have not managed to, as I am trying to keep them away from the walls. They like to chew when they get curious.

Matthias

[baum]

We've got to get them outside. They can dig for themselves, so I don't think the rain will be a problem.

You don't have to write to and from every time, it's okay. Texting's not so formal.

[trassel]

John,

Then we can begin by clearing a path to the doors and making sure the creatures are not bothering the others in camp so much.

Also, I have tried writing without the salutations. They do not feel right. I would prefer to keep using them.

Matthias

[baum]

Okay, your call.

I'll come meet you, see how much we can get done.