I'm sure the liberated ladies are lining up to shatter the glass ceiling keeping them out of that man's job, all the while screaming that he's a toxic white male, which actually, for a change, he is.
We were upgrading to digital circuits at our repeater (relay) sites years ago. I was in Lake Charles, LA one winter night. I did Lufkin and Beaumont first, and it was going live the next day, so it was a hard deadline. I walked in the radio shelter and dropped my first load of gear, and the door slammed behind me. When I brought in the next load, I got a face full of yellow jackets (big ones, like those red wasps). I backed out slow, and looked around. That door slam had them floating all over the place. I buttoned the top button of my shirt collar and crawled in. I didn't get taller than four feet off the floor. They were crawling in my hair and on my face and ears. I had goose bumps on top of goose bumps. Got the circuit and modem changed out, tested good, and I left to try and sleep. Next morning, I bought all the wasp spray the little gas station had and went back. They were bunched up in the warmest corner, about the size of a 50lb flour sack. I killed a load of them, but 3 cans of spray wasn't enough. Sweeping them up took a while... No stings.... I got shivers again typing this....
Back in high school we were cleaning up the AG shop, Picked up a box of scrap to dispose of it. About a 100 of them things flooded out from under it. All about 2 inches long. Yes, I did squeal like a little girl.
I worked a half a summer for a pretty good sized construction company here in town. They had one guy who was technically a laborer, but he was the best 'pipe sticker' they had. He also didn't mind dealing with sewer pipes and would be sent to any job that meant the possibility of ending the day covered in human excrement. It didn't bother him a bit.
Elizabeth Holmes of Theranos is scheduled to start her sentence at the Federal Womens Prison Camp in Bryan, Texas. Bryan is in a humid subtropical climate in the Brazos River Valley. She is about to discover a robust population of very large cockroaches. I'll probably be able to hear the screaming all the way up here on the North Texas prarie!
We did a garage conversion. A year goes by, they call us back to add a sky-light. Standing on the top rung of the ladder, I cut into the ceiling sheet-rock. As I swung down the cut-out, approximately a hundred million ants fell into my hair and down my shirt. . My bib-overhauls acted as a scoop... in case I missed any.
I'm assuming that's a clip from the TV commercial for the brand-new "Mr. Clean Vaginal Douche"
ReplyDeleteI sure would not want to be that guy but would like to have his immune system.
ReplyDeleteI’ve seen dead people with cockroaches crawling on them, even out of their mouths, but never on an alive person.
ReplyDeleteI think I would have to drop a bug bomb in the hole in the morning and power wash in the afternoon.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the liberated ladies are lining up to shatter the glass ceiling keeping them out of that man's job, all the while screaming that he's a toxic white male, which actually, for a change, he is.
ReplyDeleteWe were upgrading to digital circuits at our repeater (relay) sites years ago. I was in Lake Charles, LA one winter night. I did Lufkin and Beaumont first, and it was going live the next day, so it was a hard deadline. I walked in the radio shelter and dropped my first load of gear, and the door slammed behind me. When I brought in the next load, I got a face full of yellow jackets (big ones, like those red wasps). I backed out slow, and looked around. That door slam had them floating all over the place. I buttoned the top button of my shirt collar and crawled in. I didn't get taller than four feet off the floor. They were crawling in my hair and on my face and ears. I had goose bumps on top of goose bumps. Got the circuit and modem changed out, tested good, and I left to try and sleep. Next morning, I bought all the wasp spray the little gas station had and went back. They were bunched up in the warmest corner, about the size of a 50lb flour sack. I killed a load of them, but 3 cans of spray wasn't enough. Sweeping them up took a while... No stings.... I got shivers again typing this....
ReplyDeleteAt least it's not rats.
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Back in high school we were cleaning up the AG shop, Picked up a box of scrap to dispose of it. About a 100 of them things flooded out from under it. All about 2 inches long. Yes, I did squeal like a little girl.
ReplyDeleteCockroaches. Bleac. Running hot in the sewer
ReplyDeleteI worked a half a summer for a pretty good sized construction company here in town. They had one guy who was technically a laborer, but he was the best 'pipe sticker' they had. He also didn't mind dealing with sewer pipes and would be sent to any job that meant the possibility of ending the day covered in human excrement. It didn't bother him a bit.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth Holmes of Theranos is scheduled to start her sentence at the Federal Womens Prison Camp in Bryan, Texas. Bryan is in a humid subtropical climate in the Brazos River Valley. She is about to discover a robust population of very large cockroaches. I'll probably be able to hear the screaming all the way up here on the North Texas prarie!
ReplyDeleteWe did a garage conversion.
ReplyDeleteA year goes by, they call us back to add a sky-light.
Standing on the top rung of the ladder, I cut into the ceiling sheet-rock.
As I swung down the cut-out, approximately a hundred million ants fell into my hair and down my shirt.
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My bib-overhauls acted as a scoop... in case I missed any.