The basic advice I give visitors out here about snakes is: the gopher snake's defense is to make you think it's a rattler. Let it. You don't need to be messing around with either one.
You want the Navajo thing about rattlers? If you see one, it means someone has been talking about you behind your back. If you see a bunch, there are rumors abounding. During the time when our local Navajo church was breaking up, dissent between the families? There was a whole nest of baby rattlers out behind the church. They were everywhere, all the time. Yeah.
Oh, and
Liese, sometime how similar we are scares me!
Hee. Our thirst for vengeance is as one.
What about the ones that are from the security service, like Brinks or whatever?
The juxtaposition between this line and the post above about telling the difference between snakes made me highly amused.
Timelies all!
Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?
Nothing but good expereinces with onstar. they are well trained and know how to use their tools, which is awesome for recovery of stolen vehicles and accidents where the driver is so disoriented they don't know where they are. Their gps system is as accurate (if not more) than our mapping for cellphones.
Security services, meh. They all call in minutes (sometimes 3-7) later than passerbys hearing audible alarms. Annoying, but any audible alarms is pretty good at scaring off less determined burglars. No real standouts either good or bad.
Oh, that's just my pet snake, Reggie!
(I used to be an archaeologist; it's impossible for me not to respond to an Indiana Jones quote.)
One time my aunt screwed up and told me to come into their house when the alarm system was armed. (They were delayed, so I got there first, and was told to pick the key up from its hiding place.)
The result was that the phone rang and I explained to the nice lady that I was her niece, and no police were dispatched.
(I'm assuming they didn't then call my aunt on her cell and check that there was INDEED a niece who was expected to be in the house.)
Seems to me there's a whopping big hole in their security system....
I need to never trip the alarm at my parents' house. I assume I'd end up riddled with bullets. I don't remember the safe word for it.
I can work out the disarm code if you give me five minutes. Everyone else has it memorised, but I never have to use it. I just remember how she made it up.
After NINE HOURS freezing my ass off, I made the executive decision to hit the ON switch and leave. It either works or it doesn't. And I successfully reset the root password. Why the FUCK does anyone ever give me root privileges?
And then the pool was really really warm. Probably over 85. It's not really invigorating.
What is it with the extremes today.
