When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Well it's spring
I have been in the yard cleaning up and looking at all the junk I have, I decided to fool around with an old propane tank that somebody had cut a hole in the side of. I got out my angle grinder thinking of how this should look as a kind of "patio fireplace" so decided to cut out the side for an opening.
I got my angle grinder and a cutting wheel, started cutting, and felt something climbing all over my arm. I stopped the grinder, looked and there's a little cicada sitting there looking, I guess, happy, so I get him and set him on a branch of one of my bonsai.
I get back to cutting when I feel this thing crawling around on me again. I don't quite get what's on this bug's mind, like he just crawled out of the ground and as a result looks to me as "Mama." So I situate this Heyah bug where he belongs, in the trees, get back to grinding and start to feel something crawling around on me again. I'm beginning to think I've started working on a nest of them, but who ever heard of a nest of Cicadas?
This time I take the bug to the edge of the yard, reach up to grab him, and he jumps off and flies away. I say, "Ok, there he goes." Get back to grinding, and after about 15 minutes, I feel something crawling on me again. I don't know what the story is here, I work in a shop full of people grinding, cutting, and otherwise using a grinder, and nobody has had a plague of Cicadas, so I am having some reservations about this beastial love affair.
I then take the smitten bug as far as I can to get rid of him. I walk all the way back to the torn down trailers, find a tree and coax, cajole, and coerce the leetle fecker off on the tree. I haven't seen it since, so I assume he found another love interest or is still waiting, watching, hoping for the day when I step out the door with my Angle Grinder.
Maybe not as bad as the day I was chased all around by a "yellow fly," a species of deer fly common to the deep south, especially North Florida, and Southern Georgia way. These bugs are just voracious, the missus still giggles if anybody asks how she lost her virginity...
Length? About - ahh, you know.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 0:14, Reply)
I have been in the yard cleaning up and looking at all the junk I have, I decided to fool around with an old propane tank that somebody had cut a hole in the side of. I got out my angle grinder thinking of how this should look as a kind of "patio fireplace" so decided to cut out the side for an opening.
I got my angle grinder and a cutting wheel, started cutting, and felt something climbing all over my arm. I stopped the grinder, looked and there's a little cicada sitting there looking, I guess, happy, so I get him and set him on a branch of one of my bonsai.
I get back to cutting when I feel this thing crawling around on me again. I don't quite get what's on this bug's mind, like he just crawled out of the ground and as a result looks to me as "Mama." So I situate this Heyah bug where he belongs, in the trees, get back to grinding and start to feel something crawling around on me again. I'm beginning to think I've started working on a nest of them, but who ever heard of a nest of Cicadas?
This time I take the bug to the edge of the yard, reach up to grab him, and he jumps off and flies away. I say, "Ok, there he goes." Get back to grinding, and after about 15 minutes, I feel something crawling on me again. I don't know what the story is here, I work in a shop full of people grinding, cutting, and otherwise using a grinder, and nobody has had a plague of Cicadas, so I am having some reservations about this beastial love affair.
I then take the smitten bug as far as I can to get rid of him. I walk all the way back to the torn down trailers, find a tree and coax, cajole, and coerce the leetle fecker off on the tree. I haven't seen it since, so I assume he found another love interest or is still waiting, watching, hoping for the day when I step out the door with my Angle Grinder.
Maybe not as bad as the day I was chased all around by a "yellow fly," a species of deer fly common to the deep south, especially North Florida, and Southern Georgia way. These bugs are just voracious, the missus still giggles if anybody asks how she lost her virginity...
Length? About - ahh, you know.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 0:14, Reply)
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