Ranma ½ Rosario + Ranma
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Mostly coincidental, as he said said, DEET is the main active ingredient in most insect repellants, and from personal experience (you can buy bottles of the stuff at camping stores) pure DEET doesn't smell bad. Or at least, it doesn't smell like the nasty shit you're thinking of. I'd say that most of the smell you're thinking of would come from some combination of propellant, a perfume of some sort, a moisturizer, or a sunblock. And yes, they do mix all that stuff into bug spray, just depends on the brand.
Also, if you need bug spray, I highly recommend the pure(ish, it's like 95-99%) DEET, it works wonders, and you don't have to use very much.
Edit- Holy shit, I just did a little more research and it turns out that a couple years ago scientists did an experiment and found out that DEET doesn't just work the way I, and science in general for quite some time, thought it did. It apparently DOES bind to a scent receptor in mosquitoes, and acts as a repellent even in the absence of any chemical signals normally associated with humans. Oh, and it also does mask the emission of those aforementioned chemical signals. However, the study only tested the effect on mosquitoes, so I'm going to stick with my previous statement of it won't work on spiders.
Edit 2- I am now reveling in my nerdiness.
Also, if you need bug spray, I highly recommend the pure(ish, it's like 95-99%) DEET, it works wonders, and you don't have to use very much.
Edit- Holy shit, I just did a little more research and it turns out that a couple years ago scientists did an experiment and found out that DEET doesn't just work the way I, and science in general for quite some time, thought it did. It apparently DOES bind to a scent receptor in mosquitoes, and acts as a repellent even in the absence of any chemical signals normally associated with humans. Oh, and it also does mask the emission of those aforementioned chemical signals. However, the study only tested the effect on mosquitoes, so I'm going to stick with my previous statement of it won't work on spiders.
Edit 2- I am now reveling in my nerdiness.
Black Dragon74 said:
Drawde said:
And I'm one of the people that have no problems picking them up and putting them outside 
Except for that black widow that was hiding behind my trash can, minding her own business. Smashed her good. I refuse to live with any animal that can kill me in my sleep.
I do wonder, what do you think of a non venomous spider that has a flesh eating bacteria in it's fangs which it gives out when it bites?
Bah, flesh-eating bacteria only causes like D3 necrotic damage an hour. BRING IT ON.
As for not liking where you live, I rarely make such decisions based on the local wildlife. As long as it's not Australia, where the wildlife will kick your door down and drag you off into the forest to eat you.
What's your winter like?
You're an inspiration to us all, Naj.
As for not liking where you live, I rarely make such decisions based on the local wildlife. As long as it's not Australia, where the wildlife will kick your door down and drag you off into the forest to eat you.
What's your winter like?
You're an inspiration to us all, Naj.
Or, if you're in the water, every three strokes.
They have sharks, lethal jellyfish, and poisonous octopi. OCTOPI! There's a frigging OCTOPUS that can kill you in Australia! Tiny little bastard, too.
If I didn't have to worry about being slaughtered by wild animals, I wouldn't mind living there, though.
They have sharks, lethal jellyfish, and poisonous octopi. OCTOPI! There's a frigging OCTOPUS that can kill you in Australia! Tiny little bastard, too.
If I didn't have to worry about being slaughtered by wild animals, I wouldn't mind living there, though.
Unless you're very old, very young, or extremely sick the bite of a black widow isn't likely to kill you. And it takes a while to really start effecting you.
Mind you it isn't pleasent. Several days of strong muscle cramps and a few other symptoms. But not usually deadly.
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Mind you it isn't pleasent. Several days of strong muscle cramps and a few other symptoms. But not usually deadly.
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Spider stories....
This happened when I was about nine.
In the backyard of my parent's house at that time, there was a wall that cut the property in half. Outside the wall were creosote bushes, and inside was a more typical lawn--although the grass was struggling, what with it being southern New Mexico, and there were goat heads that popped up occasionally.
Anyway, this wall was a block and stucco affair, about five-six feet high; I remember it seemed quite tall when I was a child, but if I were to stand next to it as an adult, it would probably only be about eye level at the top. The top layer of stucco was white.
In one corner of the yard, in one corner of the wall, there was this huge grassy bush. I never have looked up what kind of plant it was; I remember it had long flat leaves, that could cut you on the edge, but they weren't really all that sharp. It was a big spherical thing, probably a good seven or eight feet across. It was never really all that healthy; I always remember it being yellow or gray, never really green.
So when I was nine, because I was curious, I wedged myself between the fronds of this bush and the stucco wall, scraping my back through my thin T-shirt, and using a stick in my left hand to push away the leaves. I'm left-handed, so I was proceeding towards me left, in the gap I made with the stick. I was trying to get into the triangular crevice between the wall and the bush.
It's funny; the scorpions that I saw were always pretty harmless; tiny things, they had the same pinkish-white appearance as shrimp, like you were seeing their guts through their exoskeleton. There sting was about as painful and serious as a bee sting, assuming you weren't allergic.
But, compared to the scorpions, the spiders I saw around, were mostly tarantulas. They were the kind you'd expect the kind of person that would have a spider for a pet would pick as a pet; as big as your hand (well, bigger when I was nine), and black, covered in those sensory spines that look like hairs.
If I say "they were about as big as my face", then it's pretty clear what happened to me in that bush, right?
I was pushing along, rustling through that bush, and I disturbed a tarantula. They're attack-type predators that hunted, not ambush-types that wove webs, so I still don't know what it was doing so high in that bush.
But I distinctly remember the sensation of the spider landing on my face, and it scrabbling around for purchase, the legs dragging down across my eyebrows. Even today, I don't think I've ever seen a spider's fangs closer than that; they were brushing across my eyelashes.
It probably fell right off, but hell if I know. I screamed blue hell and ran like the dickens. It didn't bite me, at least.
Anyway, that's my best spider story.
This happened when I was about nine.
In the backyard of my parent's house at that time, there was a wall that cut the property in half. Outside the wall were creosote bushes, and inside was a more typical lawn--although the grass was struggling, what with it being southern New Mexico, and there were goat heads that popped up occasionally.
Anyway, this wall was a block and stucco affair, about five-six feet high; I remember it seemed quite tall when I was a child, but if I were to stand next to it as an adult, it would probably only be about eye level at the top. The top layer of stucco was white.
In one corner of the yard, in one corner of the wall, there was this huge grassy bush. I never have looked up what kind of plant it was; I remember it had long flat leaves, that could cut you on the edge, but they weren't really all that sharp. It was a big spherical thing, probably a good seven or eight feet across. It was never really all that healthy; I always remember it being yellow or gray, never really green.
So when I was nine, because I was curious, I wedged myself between the fronds of this bush and the stucco wall, scraping my back through my thin T-shirt, and using a stick in my left hand to push away the leaves. I'm left-handed, so I was proceeding towards me left, in the gap I made with the stick. I was trying to get into the triangular crevice between the wall and the bush.
It's funny; the scorpions that I saw were always pretty harmless; tiny things, they had the same pinkish-white appearance as shrimp, like you were seeing their guts through their exoskeleton. There sting was about as painful and serious as a bee sting, assuming you weren't allergic.
But, compared to the scorpions, the spiders I saw around, were mostly tarantulas. They were the kind you'd expect the kind of person that would have a spider for a pet would pick as a pet; as big as your hand (well, bigger when I was nine), and black, covered in those sensory spines that look like hairs.
If I say "they were about as big as my face", then it's pretty clear what happened to me in that bush, right?
I was pushing along, rustling through that bush, and I disturbed a tarantula. They're attack-type predators that hunted, not ambush-types that wove webs, so I still don't know what it was doing so high in that bush.
But I distinctly remember the sensation of the spider landing on my face, and it scrabbling around for purchase, the legs dragging down across my eyebrows. Even today, I don't think I've ever seen a spider's fangs closer than that; they were brushing across my eyelashes.
It probably fell right off, but hell if I know. I screamed blue hell and ran like the dickens. It didn't bite me, at least.
Anyway, that's my best spider story.
Also you aren't allowed to pick up Koalabears because unless they're tame, people tend to lose their arms.
Also not all Australian wildlife is venomus, the others are just very nasty and will main you. As everything in Australia is either poisionus or has rather nasty natural weapons, or in cases like the platapus, both.
Just wondering BD, how do feel about a sun that will give you sunburn in 15 minutes in most parts of the country? 5 in the reast.
Also not all Australian wildlife is venomus, the others are just very nasty and will main you. As everything in Australia is either poisionus or has rather nasty natural weapons, or in cases like the platapus, both.
Just wondering BD, how do feel about a sun that will give you sunburn in 15 minutes in most parts of the country? 5 in the reast.
Sun? I thrive on heat. Best if it's humid, too. And I don't sunburn easily either thanks to my accursed Latino heritage (and that's ALL I thank it for).
Daniel, that was an awesome story.
My best one is rather shabby by comparison. Found a black widow scuttling across the carpet one day when I was young, maybe 7 or 8, and I freaked out (my parents have always taught me that spiders were no big deal except for widows, so I treat them with extreme fear while ignoring most of the others). Well, I had a dog named Rocky back then, and I guess he figured out what was wrong, because he actually started growling and barking at the spider and trying to go after it. I assumed that if a black widow could kill a human, then it could kill a dog, and I became even more terrified and held Rocky back while crying for help until my mom came.
My mother was not afraid of spiders (despite her warnings about the widows). She CAUGHT the blasted thing and kept it in a jar, feeding it other spiders until it finally croaked. Very weird situation.
Daniel, that was an awesome story.
My best one is rather shabby by comparison. Found a black widow scuttling across the carpet one day when I was young, maybe 7 or 8, and I freaked out (my parents have always taught me that spiders were no big deal except for widows, so I treat them with extreme fear while ignoring most of the others). Well, I had a dog named Rocky back then, and I guess he figured out what was wrong, because he actually started growling and barking at the spider and trying to go after it. I assumed that if a black widow could kill a human, then it could kill a dog, and I became even more terrified and held Rocky back while crying for help until my mom came.
My mother was not afraid of spiders (despite her warnings about the widows). She CAUGHT the blasted thing and kept it in a jar, feeding it other spiders until it finally croaked. Very weird situation.
My spider story isnt a match for daniels, I was an adult when it happened.
Okay so you guys know camel spiders?
They arent really spiders, but 'solfugidae', but for the purpose of this story close enough.
I lived in dubai for most of my life, and you know, practically a weekly thing was to go down to the beach with the dog. Solfugidae are native to dubai, but Camel spiders are not, i'm using them as a comparison.
so we were camping and enjoying ourselves, it was just starting to get a bit dark, about 5-6pm.
We started up a fire early so we didn't have to fudge about in the dark. Now, solfugidae like the dark, and they hate bright light, heat, and the sun.
My coffee mug, pretty much empty was apparently quite an inviting location. Soo.
Well, I brought up my mug to take a swig, and you know how you don't often look down into your mug when you're taking a swig? Well anyway, It scratched the shit out of my lips and I had to get a few stitches for the bottom one.
I'm no badass, but i'm not scared of creepy crawlies anyway, but I can tell you now, even in my HOUSE, I ALWAYS check my mugs.
For reference,
Okay so you guys know camel spiders?
They arent really spiders, but 'solfugidae', but for the purpose of this story close enough.
I lived in dubai for most of my life, and you know, practically a weekly thing was to go down to the beach with the dog. Solfugidae are native to dubai, but Camel spiders are not, i'm using them as a comparison.
so we were camping and enjoying ourselves, it was just starting to get a bit dark, about 5-6pm.
We started up a fire early so we didn't have to fudge about in the dark. Now, solfugidae like the dark, and they hate bright light, heat, and the sun.
My coffee mug, pretty much empty was apparently quite an inviting location. Soo.
Well, I brought up my mug to take a swig, and you know how you don't often look down into your mug when you're taking a swig? Well anyway, It scratched the shit out of my lips and I had to get a few stitches for the bottom one.
I'm no badass, but i'm not scared of creepy crawlies anyway, but I can tell you now, even in my HOUSE, I ALWAYS check my mugs.
For reference,
Woke up one night to feel something crawling on my leg and smushed it with my had. Dragged it up my leg and took a look at it after turning on the light.
Fiddleback Spider, or Brown Recluse as their other name. We have a lot of them here and their venom can do some really nasty things. I had an uncle that got swarmed by them in a chair the venom would have killed him if he hadn't had a heart attack at the same time.
I consider myself lucky to have killed it before it bit me.
Fiddleback Spider, or Brown Recluse as their other name. We have a lot of them here and their venom can do some really nasty things. I had an uncle that got swarmed by them in a chair the venom would have killed him if he hadn't had a heart attack at the same time.
I consider myself lucky to have killed it before it bit me.
Roaches, they bite you when you sleep, and they swarmed into your home in the monsoon seasons.
Spiders around here are pussies compare to THEM.
And they FLY, oh do they fly, right into your face.
And they have friends, large assed centipedes, scorpions to party all week in your bed, while their penpals, the termites munch away under the floor.
Before you know it, you're out of a place to live, and your book collections gone. Your drawings beyond salvation. And you need to see the doc for that nasty infection.
Spiders around here are pussies compare to THEM.
And they FLY, oh do they fly, right into your face.
And they have friends, large assed centipedes, scorpions to party all week in your bed, while their penpals, the termites munch away under the floor.
Before you know it, you're out of a place to live, and your book collections gone. Your drawings beyond salvation. And you need to see the doc for that nasty infection.
Well, my childhood home is near a traditional fresh market. Since Thailand's sewer system consisted of 2-3 foot-pipes, it got clogged up more often than not. And every now and again in the rainy season, the roaches that made the city's underbelly its homes, flee the flood on to the ground.
I personally killed over a hundred by my tippy-tappy feet alone in an hour. And the stench will linger for days after that.
The biting only occurs if they penetrate into your living room or sleeping arrangements. Which by sheer numbers, happen freqently.
And the rats... Yes, their big brother. You know they're there by the sounds of it. But until your cat kills one, fat chance of getting rid of them. I tried rat-glue, poison, cages, nothing works. Only by introducing nature's natural solution, the humble cat, the tide subsided.
Then I found out that my lovable strays weren't potty-trained.
But that's a tale for another day.
I now lived in another neighborhood, one with less population density. And with a bit of planning, my home is now almost-roach free.
I personally killed over a hundred by my tippy-tappy feet alone in an hour. And the stench will linger for days after that.
The biting only occurs if they penetrate into your living room or sleeping arrangements. Which by sheer numbers, happen freqently.
And the rats... Yes, their big brother. You know they're there by the sounds of it. But until your cat kills one, fat chance of getting rid of them. I tried rat-glue, poison, cages, nothing works. Only by introducing nature's natural solution, the humble cat, the tide subsided.
Then I found out that my lovable strays weren't potty-trained.
But that's a tale for another day.
I now lived in another neighborhood, one with less population density. And with a bit of planning, my home is now almost-roach free.
WizardOne said:
They arent spiders, but they are insects.
Interestingly enough, they do actually only have eight legs, the two big ones at the front are pedipalps, not legs.
And don't worry, the biggest solfugidae are only 12 inches long.
They have no poison, instead they have very, very significant bite power.
Interestingly enough, they do actually only have eight legs, the two big ones at the front are pedipalps, not legs.
And don't worry, the biggest solfugidae are only 12 inches long.
They have no poison, instead they have very, very significant bite power.
"What the hell was that? It had ten legs and jaws that could crush bone! What is WRONG with our student body?!" Ranma cursed as he crouched down next to Yukari and Kouma.
"Actually, that wasn't a student," Yukari mumbled, "it's just an uncommon insect called a solfugidae. I know they look the part, but they're not monsters at all, and humans deal with them all the time." She frowned. "Though they're not usually four feet tall. Miss Madarki's hormone treatment must have some quite severe side effects."
"So it's not a student? Thank God," Ranma sighed, "then we can kill it without getting lectured."
"On it," Kouma growled, jumping over the barricade.