Just imagine this scenario for a moment. You’re waking up in your home located in a temperate, southern region of the U.S. You start your morning routine and oddly you have a cat unaccounted for. You walk toward your sliding back door and, boom, there is a 20-foot long, 250 pound Burmese python finishing up it breakfast of muffy. (the cat)
Well according to USA Today and the U.S. Geological Survey a third of the U.S. could begin seeing these snakes: http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2008-02-20-burmese-pythons_N.htm?loc=interstitialskip loc=interstitialskip">http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2008-02-20-burmese-pythons_N.htm?loc=interstitialskip
If your not familiar with the Burmese python’s handy work I’ve provided some video of the snake verses a variety of opponents:
Python vs. chicken: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aD3GQc2FdoY
Python vs. rabbit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6gZE0MdaVY&feature=related
Just peruse the article for a moment and you find two things to blame for one more reason to stick to city parks when walking a small dog – Global warming and red necks.
Since it is such and big target and since it is being attack for so much more than the spread of pythons in North America, I’m going to lay off Global Warming and turn my entire blame on the rednecks.
The article describes the people who are responsible for releasing the snake as, “owners who no longer wanted them, (USA Today)”
I know redneck can sometimes be considered a harsh word, but I’m kind of angry about the whole Burmese python introduction thing.
The person obviously had to go out of their way to obtain a Burmese python considering THEY LIVE IN ASIA! I’m willing to bet Mr. python was pretty happy snake-it-up in Asia. But no, they got snatched up send to Florida and Arkansas of all places. There, they didn’t live up to their full snake potential and some how got out.
I guess in a way it was best for the snake to get out of their captivity. But it’s not good for me to ever wade through any water ever again.
I know, I know, I’m kind of being a wussy about this. I am, however, reminded of Ice Cube and J-Lo problems with snakes and would like to avoid a similar scenario. Not to mention I kind of like cats also.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
SNOW DAY!!!
I don’t really get crazy about Christmas anymore. I don’t go out of my way to see latest and greatest children’s movie, even if it is nominated for an Oscar. You could say in some ways I have lost touch with my inner child. That was, of course, until I sat down in front of my computer yesterday morning, only to discover classes had been cancelled.
I must admit it has been awhile since I have officially been able to enjoy the impromptu holiday known as a “Snow Day,” but the excitement wasn’t lost on me. I was giddy as a schoolgirl and immediately ran back to bed, jumped up and down and promptly went back to sleep.
After I woke up from a much-deserved slumber, the memories of snow days from twenty-years ago washed over me. Any interest in Meteorology, when I was kid revolved around the possibility of a “snow day.” I would stay glued to both the TV and the radio in order to hear “School District of Lancaster, CLOSED.” If I were lucky enough mom would inform me while I was still in bed.
True to form with all “Snow Days” I’ve celebrated in my life, what appears to be a golden opportunity to catch up on school and a house work, actually turns into a lazy day in which not much more than playing in the snow takes place. Evident by the fact I wrote this blog the day after the “Snow day” took place.
I must say it felt good to feel like a kid again, and like all “snow days” this particular one came at the best time. But just like with any “snow day” there is the time when you must return to reality and responsibility. Of course it always help to start the first day back with the next best thing to a “snow day” which is the “two hour delay.”
I must admit it has been awhile since I have officially been able to enjoy the impromptu holiday known as a “Snow Day,” but the excitement wasn’t lost on me. I was giddy as a schoolgirl and immediately ran back to bed, jumped up and down and promptly went back to sleep.
After I woke up from a much-deserved slumber, the memories of snow days from twenty-years ago washed over me. Any interest in Meteorology, when I was kid revolved around the possibility of a “snow day.” I would stay glued to both the TV and the radio in order to hear “School District of Lancaster, CLOSED.” If I were lucky enough mom would inform me while I was still in bed.
True to form with all “Snow Days” I’ve celebrated in my life, what appears to be a golden opportunity to catch up on school and a house work, actually turns into a lazy day in which not much more than playing in the snow takes place. Evident by the fact I wrote this blog the day after the “Snow day” took place.
I must say it felt good to feel like a kid again, and like all “snow days” this particular one came at the best time. But just like with any “snow day” there is the time when you must return to reality and responsibility. Of course it always help to start the first day back with the next best thing to a “snow day” which is the “two hour delay.”
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