As long as you leave that pit over in Wyoming's doorway I don't mind. But the electric utility folks park at the bottom of my driveway to do their meter reading on this block, and if they have to slip and slide around the jello pit, they may accidentally (on purpose) misread my meter.
But wait--MMario, are you sure that's drawn butter? It looks a little too thick, and it's so sweet--you know, I have a sneaking suspicion that it isn't butter, it's honey! Ewwww. . . and over there in Wyoming, why, you're liable to have the modern equivalent of the La Brea Tar Pits--honey with bison and Dahl sheep stuck in it. And, oh! Look! It's an Atwater prairie chicken right at the edge. If that guy goes in we'll have to send someone in to rescue it. Prairie chickens are endangered wildlife!
Pull up a lawn chair, this might get interesting. Anyone want more chips? It's cinco de Mayo--great day for a party, Mother MOAB.