Red Mosquito

Bi_3 wrote:

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:

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.

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?

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.

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?

tragabigzanda wrote:

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:

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!

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.

Chris_H_2 wrote:my wife would burn our house to the ground if there was ever a rat in it.

tragabigzanda wrote:Yeah if I ever get word my days are numbered, I’m eating like an asshole

Peeps wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:my wife would burn our house to the ground if there was ever a rat in it.

and yet shes ok with having a lawyer in it?

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:Yeah if I ever get word my days are numbered, I’m eating like an asshole

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.

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

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.

dad wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

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?

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

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.

Peeps wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:my wife would burn our house to the ground if there was ever a rat in it.

and yet shes ok with having a lawyer in it?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Peeps wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:my wife would burn our house to the ground if there was ever a rat in it.

and yet shes ok with having a lawyer in it?