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Snakes On A Plane!

I don't like snakes, have never liked snakes. They are sneaky, slimy and seem to strike at the most inopportune moment. Of course, I can't really think of an opportune time for them to strike...but still....

What "skeers" me is that these were being shipped on a plane. Did the passengers KNOW they were traveling with snakes? Is this something that should be disclosed pre-boarding? I think so, as I would definitely make alternate travel arrangements. WHY didn't they drive them to their destination? Why would they subject passengers to crawly reptiles in an enclosed environment, where, if they got loose (which they did) there would be nowhere to run? Trapped, literally, like rats in a cage.

What is even more frightening is that said snakes were never found. WHY? According to the "reptile expert", the snakes [probably] somehow escaped outside the plane after it landed. No they didn't; they crawled into the passengers' luggage and surprised them when they opened their bags....."Hi, honey, I'm home. Mommy's got a surprise for you!"


My skin is crawling just thinking about the tragedy of it all. This is why ALL planes should be equipped with parachutes...for those times when you need a place to go!

I'm just sayin' (I'm skeered),

--Margo


http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090416/ap_on_re_au_an/as_odd_australia_snakes_on_a_plane

PS.....on this one --
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090415/od_nm/us_python_odd
what can one possibly say -- tastes like CHICKEN???!!!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Does anyone remember this song?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZHCwGZl3qk
Chris Barnette said…
"I don't like spiders and snakes and that ain't what it takes" wait a minute that sounds like an old Jim Stafford song. WOW I am getting old. How crazy is that! I thought the movie was out there but now in real life! I guess thats life imitating art..Funny stuff

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