Good bye bus route 18, we'll miss you. With your long stops along the route, sitting there for minutes at a time because the bus is ahead of schedule multiple times per trip. Turning what should be a 20 minute trip from St. Mary's to Lacewood into a 45 minute odyssey. We had such fun times. But, onwards and upwards eh. Have a happy retirement!
—SlowlyMovingForwardTogether

...room for my balls? WHO is designing men's underwear?
—Bodacious

The rules of the road apply here. Obey them and I will stop crashing into your carts—and butts.
—Grave Digger

Why? Why did you hike out to this beautiful, pristine lake and leave behind all your disgusting garbage? It appears you have no appreciation or respect for nature, so why not just do your asshole partying and drinking and fucking mess-making somewhere else? Maybe at home, where your mothers don't mind picking up after you? Because when I hike all the way out there, I really look forward to the gorgeous scenery, the peace and quiet, the waves lapping at the shore, the wind in the trees. Not your gross piles of garbage, stinky leftover meat, empty beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere. You shouldn't even be allowed to leave your house until your parents succeed in house-breaking you, you disgusting pieces of human garbage.
—Nature lovin' lady

University students are returning to town! Most have no life skills, so taking the bus can be complicated. You'll find them stuck in the aisle, stuck by the exit door, only concerned with the next text on their smartphone, oblivious to everyone else. Don't talk at them too loudly—they are easily dumbfounded. I remember those days.
And, transit is going to change the bus routes—but they have already changed the signs, removing routes there are going to be discontinued, and added the new route numbers for Aug 20th changes! Good luck finding you route number to contact departure times: You need that number to get the next bus time. Avoid routes 42, 18 and 17 as these are the university routes. What kind intelligence do these students possess? Get your shit together before you inflict yourself on the rest of us.
—Your education should include a class in life skills!

Twice in the last two weeks, I had mail delivered to me that was for someone else on my street. Please double check the address. I'm a decent neighbour and I delivered them myself but not everyone is. Last year I didn't receive my package because you took it up the street. Now I am doing what should be your job. Get yourself a little pocket magnifying glass if needed and please double check the street number.
—Freelance probono courier

It's humid as fuck lately and I just want to have whatever fresh air from outside come in from my windows late at night while relaxing but I can't do that these days. Your loud cackles and screams along with your shitty playlist make it impossible. How about you have a little consideration for your neighbours? It's after 11pm so calm the fuck down with all the noise or go inside.
—Not old just hot and tired

The Coast has approved two bitches threatening harm to animals, a crow and a cat specifically.

Shut the fuck up you city fucks. Without that cat and crow you'd be overrun by rats.

If I ever see you harm either, you will have hell to pay.
—Kill All Humans

Next time you assholes want to complain about my garbage being out a few hours early on garbage night, consider the giant machine you had smashing concrete at 7am this morning. And then go fuck yourself.—Fuck you

The woodland jumping mouse has a hard life. Wikipedia (the ever-reliable source) says about 90 percent of them are eaten as young. Only a third of mice survive hibernation in any given year. They face predation on several fronts. On top of that, female mice are left to raise their young alone.

The mice are by no means endangered—but they do face many dangers. They’re also really astounding animals. They can jump 1.8 meters. Their body temperature drops to 2 degrees celsius during hibernation. They love to eat fungus and they mature rapidly.

My wife and I were admiring one of these creatures at a nearby park on July 2. As both of us have come from away, we had never seen one before. “Look at his hind legs,” she said. “They’re enormous. He’s beautiful.” We stood for a few seconds, looking at this perfect, tiny ball of fur on the side of a trail leading to the beach, when a ranger rounded the corner on a wide-wheeled utility cart.

“I’m worried the ranger might hit him,” she said. I reassured her, for some reason, that the ranger would not. We moved as far to the other side of the trail as we could, but not towards the mouse. And nor did we say anything as the ranger nodded at us — and duly steered away from us to give us space. Thus ended the tiny mouse, crushed by our silence. “I thought he would get out of the way,” my wife said.

Our evening at the beach was pretty well ruined, though we certainly had a better evening than the mouse—not to mention those poor people involved in the horrifying car accident that we passed during our escape to the beach.

Why do we tolerate such unnecessary violence in our lives? Why does a small park that demands dog poop to be cleared in the name of natural preservation allow its rangers to ride around on militarized golf carts? Why is this normal to us? How many mice—and people—are crushed because we don’t question our own excesses? And why do we expect nature, other people, and the world to anticipate danger as it comes?

Woodland jumping mice may have a leg up on this one, at least. Apparently, they are notoriously difficult to observe in captivity, as female mice will kill their offspring under such conditions.
—A quiet bystander