News flash for those of you who aren’t paying attention: I’m a curious critter by nature. I read a lot, I like to try new things, I seek out new experiences—you get the idea. I get curiouser and curiouser with each passing day. Tis a blessing and well, a curse. Why a curse? You’ll see in a sec.
The Internets have added so much to my curious ways–mostly for the better, but then there are instances when I just want to poke my eyes out with a sharp stick then move to Antartica where nothing of this sort could EVER hurt me.
This is one of those instances.
Can’t really see it? Allow me to open up your world just a wee bit more.

Hmm..what have we here?
(courtesy http://moozhiyarpuranam.blogspot.ca/2011/06/king-cobra-at-sitout-of-our-lineman.html)
Sometimes I think this blog should be equipped with a defibrillator because posts like THIS and the ones about arachnids and clowns, tend to make my heart stop cold. I’m sure it does the same for my three readers.
This is how I roll folks– zombies, Freddy and aliens don’t scare me. This kind of shit scares me because it’s real. It’s a living, breathing being and not something that was created in one’s mom’s basement whilst wearing worn out boxers that have been hanging off one’s ass since high school.
Evolution decided King Cobras were a necessity to this planet for whatever gat-damn reason.
More like a necessary evil.
All I know is, that’s one more door I won’t be opening.
I don’t think of myself as being freaked out by snakes but that third photo, of the snake basically climbing up the door, made the hair on my arms stand up. Antarctica is looking better and better.
oh i know. soooo creeptastic.
I still regret watching what happens when a bear races a monkey on a bicycle. It does not end well.
“I’d like to talk to you today about religion.”
Me: “Go away. I’m an atheist!”
Whoa….
exactly. every time I close my eyes, I see this snake.
I guess I should stop bitching about the 17-year cicadas zombies pouring out of the ground in my back yard, shouldn’t I? One-upped again. It never gets old.
Oh! Tis that time, ain’t it? Buy some ear plugs!
Actually, they’re recommending we EAT them! Of all the bad ideas! Recipes are being batted around. I won’t even THINK of it.
When the cicadas made their appearance here a few years ago, my cats ate them. The crunching FREAKED ME OUT though.
I’m sure you can come up with a few recipes?
If you had a King Cobra, you wouldn’t have cicadas, I’m thinking.
or much else, for that matter.
Excellent point. See, as a journalist, you see things that I don’t.
Hmm..perhaps. Or it could be the box wine talking.
I see a really nice pair of snakeskin boots in your future…
HELLO DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST?
And I thought being nipped by a Black Widow Spider was bad. This thing hasn’t even touched me and I wanna die.
It goes almost all the way up the door… I mean really
I KNOW!
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/reptiles/king-cobra/
JESUS BE A FENCE!! 13 FEET???!!???
WHERE IS ST. PATRICK WHEN THE WORLD REALLY NEEDS HIM
or a really big mongoose.
oh wait..I want to delete your comment because in some cartoon abstract sort of way, you’re not agreeing with me and I can’t browbeat you into agreeing with me so..yeah. um…
Obviously you should let my comments sit in “moderation” and pretend they don’t exist.