Happy birthday Vortex!
So Kat, I am coming so late to the conversation but I was going to post DH's vote recs. And then you posted them yourself. You both are ITA--well me too, but that's because I talk over my votes with him usually, and we mostly vote in sync.
Also, I have the irrational urge to confess: I came here ready to whine about my day, but then after reading about the tsuris of all my friends I realize that I am a WHINER. I've been uncomfortable, but other than that it hasn't been a bad day. Yet.
It is on the door handle. It wants inside.
No Snakes in the house.
google and a discssion with mr snake.
Sweet Italian Jesus. I wasn't expecting the snake to be CLIMBING UP THE DOOR when I clicked on the link.
Made sure the door wouldn't open, because cats and snakes aren't a good combo. Otherwise, probably watch it to see what it did. I'm fond of snakes.
(not clicking)
Phobia.
Like Jilli and her s-words.
Snakes are cool.
If it had been a large spider, there may be firearms involved and a trip to the people who sell new glass and door frames and door handles.
We had a pet corn snake for a few years. She lived in an empty aquarium with a screened over top. Which she could get out of, though i never figured out how. The first time she pulled this trick on me, btw, was in my car while I was driving across the country with the snake in the back seat and two cats in a large carrier in the front street. Bathsheba, the snake, did her Houdini thing and headed for the warmth of the cats. I believe that was also in Arkansas.
Anyway, she'd escape, even though the screen was firmly in place and had no holes and the glass walls were perfectly intact. Typcally, we would go to feed her and she just wouldn't be there, and we'd turn the apartment upside down looking for her and find her in a closet or under the sink or somewhere.
When the inevitable day came that we couldn't find her, we didn't tell our neighbors. As they had previously requested.
I like to think she is still happily under that building, catching mice.
After a startled shriek, I would be looking out the windows while going "Ooooh!" And probably googling. And perhaps not telling Pete, because I don't think he'd react well to that sort of image.
If it had been a large spider, there may be firearms involved and a trip to the people who sell new glass and door frames and door handles.
Yes. Or, since we don't have firearms, there would be screaming and possibly hyperventilating in terror until I passed out.
From today's shit I didn't say file:
See, there's this thing that some people like to do. It's called listening. You might want to try it some time, just for the experience.
