Wow, I'm going to bookmark that iamneurotic page for days when I want to feel less "weird." Humans is strange things.

My dad always burned 'em during the annual burning of the tent catapillars, but there's probably a safer, less likely to set your house afire technique.

When I was a kid, I'd wait until winter (when the wasps here hibernating). Then every few weeks I'd fire a bb-gun into it a few dozen times. (My hope was that come spring, the survivors would realize it was time to move.)

I'm not sure if this method ever worked.

The neuroses are interesting, but ita got me so hooked on reading reviews of informercial products that I haven't really delved deep into the other thing.

Also? Plenty o crazy to be had reading informercial reviews.

Also also? There are apparently quite a lot of people who claim to be skeptics who clearly have no real understanding of how to be skeptical. Many people seem to not understand they are capable of self-generating anecdotal evidence.

Many people seem to not understand they are capable of self-generating anecdotal evidence.

BMECT!

This falls in both the "Not an Onion article" and the "Weird, but he's dead so what does it matter" categories:

Pringles Can Inventor Buried In Pringles Can

Top Ten Beer Names.

Thanks, I've been looking online but most sites say the same thing, "use a pesticide." And while it may come to that, I know DH would hate to have to use one. Burning may not work as it is on our back porch, but the hose trick might. One site suggested bagging and then freezing it! Yipes!

Distinction being that a compulsion interferes with rational behaviour and a neurosis doesn't?

Isn't it kind of a Venn diagram, some compulsions are neurotic and vice versa? This is not a clinical definition by any means, but I think of neuroses as having a narrative element such that you can see the way desire/identity is threaded through it whereas a compulsion is more a behavioral command.

This is neurotic in my book:

When I eat salads, I must eat the lettuce first. Then I separate all the toppings into piles and eat them one at a time in order from least liked to most.

This is compulsive:

If I accidently tap my pinky on a table, that’s ONE, and I must complete a 100-count: the four fingers left on one hand (5), the five fingers on the other hand (10), then 10 fingers together (20) and again (30), and so on until 100.

And this is both:

I have to read the license plate of every passing car and add up any digits to see if they add to an even number, or a number divisible by 10. If they are I feel like I’ve won a prize.

BMECT!

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But My Experience Contradicts This!

We can all breath easy now... the Space Toilet is working again. [link]

NASA says that the sole commode on the International Space Station is working again after a week on the fritz, but that it's not 100 percent.

The problem: a pump that separates out liquid waste malfunctioned, forcing the station's three crew members to play space plumbers.

"They swapped out lots of pieces of hardware," NASA spokesperson Nicole Cloutier said, noting, "It's still not working in the most ideal sense." To maintain pressure in the pump, she says, crew members (Russian cosmonauts Sergey Volkov and Oleg Kononenko, along with NASA astronaut Garrett Reisman) must manually add water after every three flushes. She says final repairs will likely be made next week when Space Shuttle Discovery is scheduled to arrive bearing gifts of toilet hardware.

Is this not one of the most awesome phrases in the English language?: ...Space Shuttle Discovery is scheduled to arrive bearing gifts of toilet hardware.