Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 17, 2021

But not near as much of a challenge as Nathan is for Wilma.

At least they are more sophisticated than a Dalek toilet plunger arm.

The rule around my house is: You make the mess, You pick it up! Keeps me out of gadgets like that.

Eating isn’t near the challenge as using the …er…facilities.

Toast for dinner again? Wilma must have pawned her cookbook for the umpteenth time.

Face it, Nathan. You were no good with chopsticks, and you certainly can’t handle these tools. Maybe a vacuum nozzle would work.

Too much iron.

I used to live the armored lifestyle, I was an armor officer in the Army.

Nathan needs a lot of adjustments….soon.

He can’t quite grasp the concept (or anything else)…

Nathen should be a bit worried about the Welding for Dummies pamphlets he found on Wilma night stand.

So totally absurd and beautifully drawn… I love it!

What? He’s a Dalick. Exterminating lunch.

Looks to me as if Nathan has repurposed one of those really, really old cast iron wood stoves. He must be as strong as an ox. Those things weigh a ton.

It looks like somebody is trying to avoid dinnertime conversations.

WARNING! WARNING!

He’ll starve at this rate.