But enough about geese. I was looking forward making potatoes and cabbage this evening (I'm not particularly fond of getting hammered with green liquid). In a coincidental twist of fate, there is a mini-potato famine in the sack where my once unspoiled russets resided. That plan has just been sacked.
The only thing that would make this day more cru-ell would be if the "Reptile Diaspora" decided to return to Ireland in a winged flying machine.