A guy I grew up with died from suffocation via grain. He got sucked under a huge mass of grain while helping unload it from trucks into grain elevators.

See, that probably never would have happened to me. Even as a child I had a quite vivid imagination, and I was good at playing the "What's the worse thing that could happen?" game. In that scenario, I'm sure I would have imagined exactly what happened to that guy.

But oh, the hayloft and the light that came through the walls and the sound of rain on the tin roof and the smells.

Yes!

And the scary vintage tractor that I accidentally started once.

Vintage tractors are not scary. Except for the lack of safety features.

Huh. Bob likes mousie braiiiiiinnns?

Vintage tractors are not scary. Except for the lack of safety features.

When you are 9 and climbing on your grandpa's old tractor and with a COUGH it starts and starts backing out of the barn (it was already in reverse) it is VERY SCARY.

This is the same roommate who didn't like to *close* the front door of the house, much less lock it. ("It's soooo confining, and my sensibilities must be open!") She also slept in a closet in the basement. I think she really is the flat-out craziest person I've ever known.

That's some impressive crazy, Jilli. Though the dessicated mice in frames near the mummified cat strikes me as funny.

Though the dessicated mice in frames near the mummified cat strikes me as funny.

Oh, they were. I was mostly amused by Bob the Dead Cat and the Mousies. It was everything else about the roommate that was skin-crawly.

Assuming that Bob died unassisted of natural causes, I only find it morbid rather than creepifying.

When you are 9 and climbing on your grandpa's old tractor and with a COUGH it starts and starts backing out of the barn (it was already in reverse) it is VERY SCARY.

OK, I can see that.

Nowadays, tractors cannot be started unless you push the clutch in. But once when I was a kid, we had a tractor where this didn't work. It wouldn't start unless you pressed the little button on the side - the button was supposed to be pressed by the clutch but for some reason that didn't push it enough. So I'd stand besides the tractor with my finger on that button and start it. Of course then I couldn't push the clutch in. And once I was about to try that, and for some reason I double-checked and saw the tractor was still in gear. So, I almost got run over....

This is the same roommate who didn't like to *close* the front door of the house, much less lock it. ("It's soooo confining, and my sensibilities must be open!")

So has she lived in nice, safe areas all her life?

VW needs to include the white-trash tiramisu in the cookbook.

Oh, it's in there, don't you worry.

*Gank*

...and now, so is the other one.