...when you ponder briefly if it would be all that looked down upon to shoot poison darts at people's heads. Or maybe just tapioca balls. It works well enough on the squirrels.

Today's presentation fiasco has only reinforced my undying hatred for group work. Particularly with inept group members. That's a particular kicker. Or darter, perhaps.

Then again, maybe it's just my day for wanting to shoot poison darts.