It sounds worse when English newspapers report it. The bonnet isn't a hat -- it's the hood of your car. Finding a 16 foot rock python under the hood of your car is bad, especially when you have just watched it slither under your car. When it doesn't come out, do you have the guts to open the hood?
Even more surprising, since there was no one around to help, they drove -- WITH THE SNAKE IN THE CAR -- three miles to a lookout station to coax out the snake. Here's the link to the bonnet story.
Newspapers are reporting that a woman in Thailand committed suicide by jumping into the crocodile pit at the Samut Prakarn crocodile farm outside Bangkok. [Daily Mail, ibtimes] This form of death, horrifying as it might be, is one of those things that Chuck would classify as 'no longer weird' because a quick search reveals that people feed themselves to crocodiles on a pretty regular basis:
1990: A woman climbed the fence at the same crocodile farm, Samut Prakarn, and was swarmed by crocs as hundreds of tourists watched in horror. [LA Times]
1994: Following the death of President Felix Houphouet-Boigny of the Ivory Coast, a man declared that without the president life wasn't worth living and jumped into the crocodile-infested moat outside the presidential palace in Yamoussoukro. Crowds watched for two days as the crocs chewed on his body. [Glasgow Herald]
2002: Again at Thailand's Samut Prakarn croc farm, a depressed woman waded into the crocodile pit. A spectator later said, "The moment the crocodile grabbed her body, she even hugged onto him. It was horrifying." [The Nation]
2011: A South-African farm worker, depressed after a fight with his lover, waded into the crocodile-infested Lepelle river. No one saw him actually being eaten, but someone later reported seeing a human leg dangling out of a crocodile's mouth. [Daily Mail]
Based on these reports, it sounds like it can take up to 20 or 30 minutes before the crocodiles actually kill you. So it's not a particularly quick form of suicide. Also, I'm not sure if it would be blood loss or drowning that would finally kill you -- or perhaps a combination of both!
Judi Collora, owner of Mrs. Doe Pee's Buck Lures, makes her living selling deer urine. She sells it to hunters who use it to lure deers. Apparently it's a pretty good living. Businessweek.com figures she's a multimillionaire.
Some factoids about the deer urine business: 1) it's seasonal, because deers pee more in the summer than they do in winter. 2) the urine is collected by means of a two-story barn. The deer are on the top floor, and their urine drips through grates into vats on the first floor.
Despite her success, Collora is worried about the future. She fears that an Obama victory in November will cause the collapse of the deer-urine industry. So it sounds like Romney has the deer-urine vote in the bag.
Subtext: our arcane, byzantine loan policies are as horrifying and deadly as this nausea-inducing hybrid nightmare creature we chose as our new mascot.
I think a study of helium-sniffing singing gibbons qualifies as weird science. Link to the original article in the American Journal of Physical Anthropology. And you can hear the gibbons singing with and without helium either at eurekalert.org, which has the sound files posted, or in the Newsy Science video below.
According to crowbusters.com, the 40s, 50s, and 60s were the "Golden Era" of crow hunting. But then Federal protection appeared, and the crow population began to grow... and grow. As a result, crows aren't endangered any more. And so, says the crows busters team:
I believe we are entering the second "Golden Era" of crow hunting. Hunters are finding out that there is no other type of varmint hunting that involves so many hunting skills. Camouflage, blinds, calling, decoy placement and wing shooting all need to come together for a successful crow shoot. And best of all, crows are everywhere! With the exception of a few isolated spots, at least a few crows can be found almost anywhere you hunt.
What to do with the crows once you've shot 'em? Eat 'em, of course!
George Middlebrook was a Caribbean shark fisherman who made a pair of shark dentures for himself by taking a wax impression of his mouth, transferring the impression to wet sand, pouring hot lead into the impression, and then inserting shark teeth into the lead. (Google News link.) I wonder if he could actually chew with them? Because of his teeth, he was given a small role in the 1956 movie The Sharkfighters.
Even if Mitt Romney becomes president, his decision to drive 650 miles from Massachusetts to Ontario with his dog in a carrier tied to the roof of the car will remain a black mark against him in the eyes of many people. Wikipedia calls it his "Dog Incident." However, he's not the only person in Presidential history to have suffered from a dog controversy. Back in 1964, Lyndon Johnson caused an uproar when he showed reporters how he could pick up his two beagles, named 'Him' and 'Her,' by their ears. Dog lovers were not amused.
Paul Di Filippo
Paul has been paid to put weird ideas into fictional form for over thirty years, in his career as a noted science fiction writer. He has recently begun blogging on many curious topics with three fellow writers at The Inferior 4+1.