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Farrrrk... that snake had eaten something big too, huh?Snake Alert!
Yes, something quite big, like a pig or something.Farrrrk... that snake had eaten something big too, huh?
Praying Mantis. They look right at you. It is against the law to harm them, in my State. I would not hurt them anyway... but please do not look at me.
I look like a praying mantis when I danceThey can turn their head all the way around too lol. there are some pretty big ones in Jamaica.
I look like a praying mantis when I dance
GAD, I remember this epi! And the Ugly character was played by Donna Dixon (Beverly Hillbillies) Pretty good make-up for way back when!
Yes, that was a great TW episode.GAD, I remember this epi! And the Ugly character was played by Donna Dixon (Beverly Hillbillies) Pretty good make-up for way back when!
The other day I was having coffee, and someone buzzed me around 9 a. I was not expecting anyone. I just moved here and anyone who knows I live here has my #. In case it is someone who is trying to pester me, I don't want them to phish my voice out of the box in confirmation so I didn't answer and ask who it was. I don't want to be held hostage by a buzzer that tells strangers weather I'm in my apartment or not. I don't even want people to know weather I live here or not so my name is in the mailbox but not on it.
When I didn't answer it, I assumed it was a wrong attempt, but then ten minutes later, it buzzed again. I got up and put my cape on, and waited quietly by my door, listening. In the end, that was it. But someone was out there waiting for over 10m. It made no sense, even if it was someone buzzing the wrong buzzer or locked out of their apartment. At 9 a. many other neighbors are home, so the idea that they would still be trying me 10m later ... sheesh. I fretted over it all day.
This morning, at almost exactly 9 a. my phone rang. I was lying in bed sleeping off my Revival hangover. I answered it, but no one said anything. Finally I said " Speak " and heard a click on the other end of the line as the creep hung up. I looked up the call and the phone company had no record of any incoming calls to my phone since yesterday. I'm still stressing about it.
Probably nothing, but in my life, that's never been the case. The little incidents pile up and I lose my sanity. I hate the phantom calls, the buzzer. I hate stalkers, they creep me out.
It sounds to me as if the person might be expecting the person who previously lived there to be there.The other day I was having coffee, and someone buzzed me around 9 a. I was not expecting anyone. I just moved here and anyone who knows I live here has my #. In case it is someone who is trying to pester me, I don't want them to phish my voice out of the box in confirmation so I didn't answer and ask who it was. I don't want to be held hostage by a buzzer that tells strangers weather I'm in my apartment or not. I don't even want people to know weather I live here or not so my name is in the mailbox but not on it.
When I didn't answer it, I assumed it was a wrong attempt, but then ten minutes later, it buzzed again. I got up and put my cape on, and waited quietly by my door, listening. In the end, that was it. But someone was out there waiting for over 10m. It made no sense, even if it was someone buzzing the wrong buzzer or locked out of their apartment. At 9 a. many other neighbors are home, so the idea that they would still be trying me 10m later ... sheesh. I fretted over it all day.
This morning, at almost exactly 9 a. my phone rang. I was lying in bed sleeping off my Revival hangover. I answered it, but no one said anything. Finally I said " Speak " and heard a click on the other end of the line as the creep hung up. I looked up the call and the phone company had no record of any incoming calls to my phone since yesterday. I'm still stressing about it.
Probably nothing, but in my life, that's never been the case. The little incidents pile up and I lose my sanity. I hate the phantom calls, the buzzer. I hate stalkers, they creep me out.
It sounds to me as if the person might be expecting the person who previously lived there to be there.