Snakes would not get into bed with humans, as one rollover could squash a snake. And humans would not want to get into bed with a venomous snake. In fact, I can remember sleeping on a picnic table in western Nebraska, on a long ago drive from Boston to the Bay Area, as I knew that snakes like the warmth that a H. sapiens gives off, and will climb into a human-containing sleeping bag; I was pretty certain there were rattlesnakes in Nebraska, and I was also pretty certain they would not be able to climb up a picnic table.
Oh, the slithery conundrums of sharing a snooze space with our serpentine friends! You’re absolutely right; cozying up in bed with a snake might just be the world’s worst bedfellow bingo. Imagine the horror: one minute you're dreaming of marshmallows, the next you're an unwitting villain in "Snakes in a Sack"! Not to mention, who'd willingly invite a venomous critter to a sleepover? That’s not a surprise anyone wants.
David, your strategy in Nebraska was spot-on. Elevating yourself on a picnic table? Genius! Snakes might love a bit of human warmth, but they’re not exactly known for their parkour skills.
So while they might be curious about the human radiator, the average rattler isn’t scaling the Mt. Everest of picnic tables anytime soon. Your sleep solution was less ‘risky business’ and more ‘snakes on a nope’!
Definitely snakes on a nope. Although I have to say that I like them--yes, even rattlers. Rattlers actually don't want to bite anyone. Venom is expensive. And so they rattle, in order to scare off the intruder. And that's why the rattle evolved.
There's a wonderful African American folktale, "How the Snake Got His Rattle," in a short book of African American folktales assembled by one Julius Lester. What is interesting is that whoever came up wth the folktale understood the rattle's purpose. It starts out with the snake constantly getting stepped on. I can't remember how God is enticed to deal with the problem, but it is he who gives the snake his poison.
Once that happens, the snake is constantly killing the other animals whenever they get near enough to step on him. So God, who it should be said loves sitting in his rocking chair smoking his cigars, which Mrs. God hates, gets involved once again, and ends up giving the snake his rattle. Problem solved.
There's also a wonderful, and wonderfully written book about rattlesnakes, called Landscape With Reptile: Rattlesnakes in an Urban World, by Thomas Palmer. The writing is really beautiful, and the author has loads of interesting observations. And, reading it, I found out that a 3 great uncle of a friend of mine put the first copperhead into the collection at Harvard's Museum of Comparative Zoology, around the time of the Civil War. (Copperheads are closely related to rattlesnakes, and are venomous--but no rattle!)
Feyre Archeron is one complex character, a real puzzle wrapped in an enigma. The storylines in this series twist and tangle in ways that'll set your pulse racing and then shatter your heart the very next moment.
"Characters are too busy boning to be bothered with boring adulting like balancing their checkbooks or flossing". Thats perfect! I love it! ❤️❤️❤️ Will check this out!
We were great friends for years on Twitter and then I made some satirical comment that was misogynist, she obviously missed it. I even used the satire font!
AnyWho, it’s been a minute since we’ve connected. I do know she’s a big-time smut Stuart author. I don’t know her particular genre. Since I’ve learned over half the Internet traffic on the planet is porn, nothing surprises me.
Absolutely! Passion isn’t just the territory of the young; in fact, it ripens and deepens with age. Think of it—by the time you’re seasoned with a few decades, you’ve shed those layers of self-doubt and the anxious need to please everyone else. You know yourself. You know what thrills you, whether it’s painting at dawn, dancing under the stars, or plunging into a love affair with the fervor of a teenager but the wisdom of your years.
As you age, every moment of passion is savored with a gusto that youth just can’t match. You linger over the details, relish the depth of every experience, because you understand the fleeting nature of time. You’re bold, unabashed, and propelled by a desire that is all the more poignant for its maturity. It’s a delicious rebellion against the ticking clock—a refusal to go gently, a crusade to suck the marrow out of life, every drop of it, until the very end.
I’m laughing because we watched “Book Club Part 2” with Diane Keaton and 3 other oldies who go to Italy as a gift to Fonda who is getting married. It’s hilarious.
"Throne of Glass" totally rips through the young adult high fantasy scene like a wild, feverish dream, all thanks to the fierce pen of Sarah J. Maas. At its core? The unstoppable teen assassin Celaena Sardothien, who’s literally dragged herself out of the grimy depths of Endovier's mines, fueled by pure rage and a twist of fate. Imagine this: she's handed this absolutely crazy deal for her freedom. Next thing you know, she’s thrown into the shiny, deadly court of Adarlan, going head-to-head with some seriously savage enemies in a competition to snag the most bizarre gig ever—as the royal executioner.
Report back. Essay due May 15th.
All's fairie in love, war and sexual edifices.
In the cool evening,
Love and war under fae moon—
Dark truths blossom soon.
Midnight lilies
Snakes in the bed.
Midnight lilies bloom,
Snakes in the bed slithering,
Moonlight’s pale caress,
In dreams, fear and beauty merge—
Night whispers secrets untold.
Gloria's gift
Sharp and swift.
Only tagging onto Malcolm’s musings. ❤️
you both make me laugh so much Indeed, she is sharp and swift !!!
Malcolm knows, one must be in tiptop form, to draw the word Rapier in the presence of Ms Gloria. ;)
Snakes would not get into bed with humans, as one rollover could squash a snake. And humans would not want to get into bed with a venomous snake. In fact, I can remember sleeping on a picnic table in western Nebraska, on a long ago drive from Boston to the Bay Area, as I knew that snakes like the warmth that a H. sapiens gives off, and will climb into a human-containing sleeping bag; I was pretty certain there were rattlesnakes in Nebraska, and I was also pretty certain they would not be able to climb up a picnic table.
Oh, the slithery conundrums of sharing a snooze space with our serpentine friends! You’re absolutely right; cozying up in bed with a snake might just be the world’s worst bedfellow bingo. Imagine the horror: one minute you're dreaming of marshmallows, the next you're an unwitting villain in "Snakes in a Sack"! Not to mention, who'd willingly invite a venomous critter to a sleepover? That’s not a surprise anyone wants.
David, your strategy in Nebraska was spot-on. Elevating yourself on a picnic table? Genius! Snakes might love a bit of human warmth, but they’re not exactly known for their parkour skills.
So while they might be curious about the human radiator, the average rattler isn’t scaling the Mt. Everest of picnic tables anytime soon. Your sleep solution was less ‘risky business’ and more ‘snakes on a nope’!
Definitely snakes on a nope. Although I have to say that I like them--yes, even rattlers. Rattlers actually don't want to bite anyone. Venom is expensive. And so they rattle, in order to scare off the intruder. And that's why the rattle evolved.
There's a wonderful African American folktale, "How the Snake Got His Rattle," in a short book of African American folktales assembled by one Julius Lester. What is interesting is that whoever came up wth the folktale understood the rattle's purpose. It starts out with the snake constantly getting stepped on. I can't remember how God is enticed to deal with the problem, but it is he who gives the snake his poison.
Once that happens, the snake is constantly killing the other animals whenever they get near enough to step on him. So God, who it should be said loves sitting in his rocking chair smoking his cigars, which Mrs. God hates, gets involved once again, and ends up giving the snake his rattle. Problem solved.
There's also a wonderful, and wonderfully written book about rattlesnakes, called Landscape With Reptile: Rattlesnakes in an Urban World, by Thomas Palmer. The writing is really beautiful, and the author has loads of interesting observations. And, reading it, I found out that a 3 great uncle of a friend of mine put the first copperhead into the collection at Harvard's Museum of Comparative Zoology, around the time of the Civil War. (Copperheads are closely related to rattlesnakes, and are venomous--but no rattle!)
Who could have thought that striking a conversation could start such a blaze?
Isn’t it delightful?!?
It's why I like the Stack.
Who else would be delighted to speak in rhyme and think it normal but us Stackers?
“Panty-dropping” 😂 now I know why your head’s always in a book.
Taking copious notes, Sweetheart.
😦
lol
🙈🙉🙊 🙃
Wow, after reading that I think I need to be caught in a col storm. Damn, I only write poetry.
It's a hot topic, Stanley. lol
Are you having feelings of “less than“ Stanley?
“Only”….😂
If I could “only” Farm as well as you write……
@Stanley Wotring 👆
Just started Court of Thorns and Roses, Gloria!
Feyre Archeron is one complex character, a real puzzle wrapped in an enigma. The storylines in this series twist and tangle in ways that'll set your pulse racing and then shatter your heart the very next moment.
Indubitably……😎
I adore the word ‘indubitably’ and have yet to find a way to use it. BAH!
"Characters are too busy boning to be bothered with boring adulting like balancing their checkbooks or flossing". Thats perfect! I love it! ❤️❤️❤️ Will check this out!
They are very well written, imaginative books with … sex. 😊
Definitely ordering!!
Do you know Shelby Kent ‘what’s her name’?
We were great friends for years on Twitter and then I made some satirical comment that was misogynist, she obviously missed it. I even used the satire font!
AnyWho, it’s been a minute since we’ve connected. I do know she’s a big-time smut Stuart author. I don’t know her particular genre. Since I’ve learned over half the Internet traffic on the planet is porn, nothing surprises me.
Stewart! That’s her last name…..
Shelby Stewart? Not familiar with her.
Only half? LOL
Shelby Kent-Stewart
Gotcha.
A hardy Pfffft, to the Victorian afflicted.
Wowser!
It’s a pulse racing genre with marvelous storylines.
Never too old for passion!
Absolutely! Passion isn’t just the territory of the young; in fact, it ripens and deepens with age. Think of it—by the time you’re seasoned with a few decades, you’ve shed those layers of self-doubt and the anxious need to please everyone else. You know yourself. You know what thrills you, whether it’s painting at dawn, dancing under the stars, or plunging into a love affair with the fervor of a teenager but the wisdom of your years.
As you age, every moment of passion is savored with a gusto that youth just can’t match. You linger over the details, relish the depth of every experience, because you understand the fleeting nature of time. You’re bold, unabashed, and propelled by a desire that is all the more poignant for its maturity. It’s a delicious rebellion against the ticking clock—a refusal to go gently, a crusade to suck the marrow out of life, every drop of it, until the very end.
I’m laughing because we watched “Book Club Part 2” with Diane Keaton and 3 other oldies who go to Italy as a gift to Fonda who is getting married. It’s hilarious.
It was hysterical!
I am totally intrigued you have my attention girl I expect nothing less now Well done
You must read all of them. They are well written and vastly entertaining.
Yes. Yes they are....
Yummy - sounds like fun (it’s important to be a well-rounded reader!).
It's for educational purposes. Everyone should strive to be well-informed in all aspects of life. ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／
As well as you write, it’s only a matter of time….
As well as you write, it’s only a matter of time…
It's twew! It's twew!!!
Hair-on-fire-true. (¯ ³¯)♡
Oohhh, I’m so ready!
🤓❤️🔥👑
"Throne of Glass" totally rips through the young adult high fantasy scene like a wild, feverish dream, all thanks to the fierce pen of Sarah J. Maas. At its core? The unstoppable teen assassin Celaena Sardothien, who’s literally dragged herself out of the grimy depths of Endovier's mines, fueled by pure rage and a twist of fate. Imagine this: she's handed this absolutely crazy deal for her freedom. Next thing you know, she’s thrown into the shiny, deadly court of Adarlan, going head-to-head with some seriously savage enemies in a competition to snag the most bizarre gig ever—as the royal executioner.
There are eight addicting books in the series.