Bi_3 wrote:Looking at "preventative" MRI scans. They can detect over 200 medical conditions including cancers as small as 1cm and cost ~$2500. BUT, could also detect inoperable conditions.
Would you want to know now if you had an inoperable tumor that will kill you in the next ten years?
At least you have 10 years to make peace with the planet?
Seems like you'd always be running from the shadow of what will happen instead of actually being at peace living. I dunno. Maybe you would come to terms with it eventually.
Probably gonna sign up for one anyway.
probably about 5 years ago my brother when to a ears nose throat specialist because he was dealing with acid reflux a lot.
they send him off for an MRI and turned out he had three tumors, one on his stomach and two on his kidneys. had no idea. there were not outwardly shaped bumps anywhere and for the one on his stomach it was close to 14lbs. thankfully non-cancerous.
before he found out they were non-cancerous he very nonchalantly said to me, yea i have three tumors and they might be cancer and left the room. it took a full minute for my mind to process that and once it hit me i asked him how he could be so blase about it. his reply was, well what can i do about it either way?
spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
i don't know your situation, but we had a mouse issue, and after setting snap traps wasn't a success, we opted to get the little contraptions with poisonous bait. the mice eat it, and eventually just die in the walls. no smell.
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
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spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
Haha holy shit. We just went through this. Houses around here have crawlspaces. Our vapor barrier must have had a hole, because we saw a rat coming out from underneath one night. Called the company, they set the traps, and two days later we could smell in our living room downstairs. Fortunately ours came out as soon as we called.
Bi_3 wrote:Looking at "preventative" MRI scans. They can detect over 200 medical conditions including cancers as small as 1cm and cost ~$2500. BUT, could also detect inoperable conditions.
Would you want to know now if you had an inoperable tumor that will kill you in the next ten years?
At least you have 10 years to make peace with the planet?
Plus one last Pearl Jam album!
And some travel. Or eat and drink whatever the fuck I want - all the carbs!
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
Last edited by tragabigzanda on Tue January 13, 2026 9:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.
spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
Haha holy shit. We just went through this. Houses around here have crawlspaces. Our vapor barrier must have had a hole, because we saw a rat coming out from underneath one night. Called the company, they set the traps, and two days later we could smell in our living room downstairs. Fortunately ours came out as soon as we called.
So gross. Fortunately the rat issue is only in our building’s courtyard and not in any units. The courtyard smelled disgusting though; guy finally came two days later to dispose of it, which seems unacceptable and hence my question.
Also he said it was a pregnant one, so got her just in time.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
Last edited by tragabigzanda on Tue January 13, 2026 9:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.
spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
Haha holy shit. We just went through this. Houses around here have crawlspaces. Our vapor barrier must have had a hole, because we saw a rat coming out from underneath one night. Called the company, they set the traps, and two days later we could smell in our living room downstairs. Fortunately ours came out as soon as we called.
So gross. Fortunately the rat issue is only in our building’s courtyard and not in any units. The courtyard smelled disgusting though; guy finally came two days later to dispose of it, which seems unacceptable and hence my question.
Also he said it was a pregnant one, so got her just in time.
are rat abortions legal in Illinois?
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
Haha holy shit. We just went through this. Houses around here have crawlspaces. Our vapor barrier must have had a hole, because we saw a rat coming out from underneath one night. Called the company, they set the traps, and two days later we could smell in our living room downstairs. Fortunately ours came out as soon as we called.
So gross. Fortunately the rat issue is only in our building’s courtyard and not in any units. The courtyard smelled disgusting though; guy finally came two days later to dispose of it, which seems unacceptable and hence my question.
Also he said it was a pregnant one, so got her just in time.
spike wrote:If you’ve hired a pest control company to deal with a rat infestation, what’s the industry standard for response time to dispose of a dead, stinking rat in a trap?
Haha holy shit. We just went through this. Houses around here have crawlspaces. Our vapor barrier must have had a hole, because we saw a rat coming out from underneath one night. Called the company, they set the traps, and two days later we could smell in our living room downstairs. Fortunately ours came out as soon as we called.
So gross. Fortunately the rat issue is only in our building’s courtyard and not in any units. The courtyard smelled disgusting though; guy finally came two days later to dispose of it, which seems unacceptable and hence my question.
Also he said it was a pregnant one, so got her just in time.
are rat abortions legal in Illinois?
You can abort anything in Illinois.
maybe your building can double as a clinic for unexpecting mother rats
you can call it planned parathood.
edit: this does not mean i think planned parenthood provides abortion services.
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
