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Giant Snails Invading Miami!

Giant Snails Invading Miami!

I tried to warn you everyone, but nobody would listen. First, it was killer bees, Killer Squirrels, then other animals attacking humans, this is just another weapon in mother nature’s arsenal.

After years of neglecting the planet, nature is making us pay for our transgressions. Essentially, as the line goes, “The chickens have come home to roost” or in this case snails.

Miami, Florida is being invaded by hoards of giant African snails. Don’t laugh, this is serious business my friends and literally, no one is safe, as these nightmares make their slow inexorable trek northward. These slimy monsters grow to over 8″ long. Just let that sink in for a moment.

Giant snails

Giant Snail

Take a good close look at this photo, this my friends, is the enemy. You can see the sheer size of this monster. This is what happens when you pollute the air, land, and water, then couple that with climate change. We get giant snails invading and eating everything in their path.

So far there have been over 157,000 of these monsters captured since 2011 and 1,000 more are caught each week. This is only the tip of the iceberg, as these monsters lay about 1,200 eggs a year. They are just starting to emerge from their underground lairs.

In some areas that are already are overrun with these monsters, the snails’ shells blow out tires on the highway and turn into hurling projectiles from lawnmower blades, while their slime and excrement coat walls and pavement. These nightmarish creatures have a fondness for eating stucco and concrete. That’s right, they eat walls and sidewalks. What do you think is one of the most popular building materials in the Miami-Dade area of  Florida? That’s right, stucco and concrete.

The eat stucco and concrete, because they need the calcium content for their shells, so they can grow even larger. You know else what has a large calcium content? Human bones, that’s what. It is only a matter of time before these nightmarish creatures realize this. Then mark my words, this is going to get worse, a lot f–king worse.

Oh but, it gets even better, it turns out that these snails also carry a parasitic worm that can burrow into humans and cause meningitis in humans. WTF… Not only do these monsters eat buildings and will soon prey on humans for their calcium, they also carry an exotic parasite that causes meningitis.

These giant snails also eat over 500 different plant species. Of course, they will not eat either potato vines or Spanish moss. These two invasive plants are the bane of Florida living. Go figure, not only do we have giant snails, but the only thing they will not eat are the two plants that are literally taking over Florida. I guess we deserve everything we get. Hell, not even the giant Burmese pythons or Florida alligators that live in the Everglades eat these monsters.

The only bright side to this invasion is they are just as slow as a regular snail. Anything can out run these things without even trying. Even the slow-moving elderly are safe. As long as you don’t slip on the slime-trail they leave behind, you’re good. For now, that is.

So, how do we fight back against this slow motion nightmare? Well, I suppose we could all eat escargot. Personally, I am not a big fan of escargot. I don’t know about you, but there is something about eating snails, that I just can’t stomach.

escargot

Escargot

There’s only one way we can halt this slimy invasion. We need to develop emergency escargot recipes that appeal to the masses. Right now, I am calling on Bobby Flay, Emeril, Paula Deen and all the other famous chef’s in New Orleans and everyone else regularly featured on the Food Network, to immediately start developing escargot recipes that we can all enjoy. We need barbecued escargot, Cajun escargot, southern fried escargot, baked escargot and what ever else you can think of. We need these recipes and we need them fast. This is a national emergency and time is of the essence. SO, PLEASE GUYS, GET RIGHT ON THIS RIGHT AWAY!

There’s only one way we can beat this menace, we have to eat them to extinction. As the human race we have done it before in past history, and we can do it again. That’s right, just imagine, barbecued, fried, Cajun style, Southern style, grilled, baked, or fried if that suits you. These slow motion nightmare creatures will now become the hunted. Remember, just follow the slime trail or leave out some concrete as bait.

Bon appetite!

I think I need to get a bigger frying pan,

As always,

I am…

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

This article is an original work of satire by Tom Dye, The Safety Guy and is loosely based on actual news events.

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Santa Claus Is Stalking Me!

Santa Claus Is Stalking Me!

This is really starting to freak me out. For starters, I am not talking about one of those fake Santa’s, you know the guy wearing a fat suit with an obviously fake beard and mustache wearing a red velvet suit with white fake fur trim and those the big wide fake leather belt and boots. No, my friends, I am talking about the “REAL” Santa Claus.

This poses serious issues for me, mainly because of two obvious reasons.

  1. I don’t believe in Santa Claus
  2. I live in West Central Florida

Considering, that I am a grown man, I haven’t believed in Santa Claus since I was a very young child growing up in Southern California. I can still remember being 8 or 9 and looking up our fireplace (yes, we had an actual fireplace) and noticing that the chimney was very narrow inside and asking my Dad, how could Santa possibly come down the chimney when he was so large, or fat whatever the case may be.

My Dad patiently explained how in our case, Santa would actually come through the front door. He even made a big deal of making sure the front door was unlocked before we went to bed and my parents always made sure that there was a glass of milk and cookies for Santa right near the front door.

I really didn’t buy it, I was always a doubting Thomas, but I wasn’t about to rock the boat just in case. When it comes to presents on Christmas morning one couldn’t be too critical. Besides my younger Sister was absolutely convinced that Santa Claus was real, so I went along with it. Besides, If anyone is going to give me a bunch of presents, I didn’t care where they came from. Life was so very much easier then.

Secondly, I live in West Central Florida, and it’s been about 80 degrees all week-long which is about normal for this time of year.

Before I go any further let me explain. I have seen Santa Clause 5 or 6 times in the last several days. No, he has not been dressed up in one of those fat suits with the fake hair and cheap red suit. No, this Santa is the real deal.

This Santa Claus has very real long white hair, a big beard, and mustache, gold wire frame glasses The real Santa Clause wears a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and black socks with white sneakers, and is always seen walking a Pomeranian looking small dog.

Like I said, I have seen Santa on several occasions, at first, it seemed like random events.

The first time I saw Santa, It was during the day last Saturday about mid-afternoon.I was sitting on my front screened in porch. You have to understand that I have high-tech screen where you can’t see in, but I can see out just fine.  I was sitting on the front porch when Santa walked by with his small dog. When Santa Claus got about even with me, he looked towards me and with a twinkle in his eye gave me a sly smile and a small nod of his head. Santa’s small dog also looked at me as well.

At first, I thought it was hilarious. Santa Claus wearing shorts with black socks and walking a small dog. I didn’t think anything of it. The funny thing is that Homer, my dog, didn’t even react. Normally, if anyone walks past the house, Homer, barks his fool head off.

Then I saw him again, and again, he was always still wearing the same shorts and polo shirt with the black socks and sneakers. He was always walking the same little dog and they would both look right me, and with a little nod of his head, and a twinkle in his eye he would acknowledge my presence. I swear the damn dog would nod and smile as well.

About this time I was starting to doubt by very core beliefs. I mean seriously I had for decades placed Santa Claus in the same neat category as vampires, Werewolves, and the Easter Bunny. But, definitely not the Tooth Fairy. I know for certain that the Tooth Fairy is real.

As a child, I used to take every tooth I lost and wrap it inside a cloth handkerchief and tie it up with an elaborate knot and place it directly under my pillow. The next morning, the handkerchief would still be tied up with my same elaborate knot, and magically my tooth would be replaced with fifty cents.  But I digress, this story is about Santa Claus, and not about the Tooth Fairy.

I saw Santa Claus walking by my house, While stopped a stop sign down the street, and even down the road. With each and every encounter he looked directly at me and with a twinkle in his eye, he nodded his head in my direction and smile. His little Pomeranian looking dog also looked at me and smiled as well.

I knew then, that these were no random encounters. Without a doubt, Santa Claus was stalking me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Seriously, what was I going to do? Call the Police and tell them that Santa Claus was stalking me? Somehow, I didn’t see that going really well.

The last time I saw Santa Claus he was tight down the street. Being hyper-vigilant, I saw him first. I had just pulled up to the stop sign right down the street, and there he was.  Santa was right in front of the antique store wearing a white polo shirt, khaki shorts and his signature black socks, and sneakers.

As I began my left turn, Santa’s little dog saw me first. Santa slowly turned to look directly at me, and before he could react, I gave him a jaunty wave, and a thumbs up for good measure. Santa Claus chuckled and waved back. I was now a true believer.

You can bet that on Christmas eve I am going to be prepared. We have a fireplace in the living room, but it’s sealed off. I am going to leave the front door unlocked, and place a glass of milk and cookies near the front door.

Thank you Santa for making be believe again.

 

As Always,

I Am…

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

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There Is Something Wrong With My Co-workers!

There Is Something Wrong With My Co-workers!

I am deadly serious about this. There is something wrong with several of my co-workers and the number of them exhibiting this general wrongness is rising every single day. I have no idea if there is something in the water, or maybe they are slowly being replaced by hostile alien life-forms. Whatever it is, I need to get to the bottom of it, right now!

It started with little things. Co-workers who were covertly, or even openly hostile to me were now giving me a fist-bump when I passed by. Suddenly, these people were actually downright friendly. And to make matters even worse, some people, actually now stop by, and God Help Me,  just start blabbering about anything or nothing at all. What’s  wrong with these people?

Soon after, people who used to covertly complain about me, or even attempt to throw me under the bus on a regular basis (You know the types) abruptly stopped, and for reasons unknown to me, actually wanted to become my friend. When it progressed to these same people actively seeking my advice and counsel, this was a serious red flag! Something is definitely going on here.

And, then came the final confirmation. This was the metaphorical “Danger, Danger, Will Robinson. Danger, Danger” moment.

In my forty years of working for a living, every work colleague and co-worker I have ever known has always followed the morning greeting protocol to the letter with no deviations. Suddenly, even this time-honored tradition has been violated.

The Morning Greeting Ritual

Every single American worker is familiar with the morning greeting ritual. This is a time-honored tradition, that has been observed since the advent of the Industrial Revolution. Essentially, it goes something like this.

I arrive at work, and every person I pass, I pretend to be cheerful and say; Good Morning, How are you doing? (or some variant of this phrase). The work colleague must respond with something like; “great”, or “awesome” or something similar.

The protocol is clear. The person receiving this morning greeting. immediately must respond with the question that is framed something to the effect of, And you?

By the standard protocol, I have to respond with; “awesome” or “great” or something similarly mundane, and keep moving along. This ritual is repeated as many times as necessary.

No one, and I mean no one, is ever, ever, supposed to respond with any other answer, no matter what is happening in their lives. The morning ritual protocol is perfectly clear on this point.

You all know what I am talking about right?

Anyway, when many my co-workers started violating this morning ritual, I knew for certain that something was seriously wrong. For the first time ever in my entire working career, when I gave the usual morning ritual question, people started to tell me what was; ACTUALLY HAPPENING IN THEIR LIVES.

This is bad, really bad! People started responding to, Good morning, How are You? with horrific true-life stories. I started hearing about how their dog had died, they got pulled over for drunk driving, or their mother-in-law had passed away. WTF!!! This is a horrific, and totally unacceptable turn of events.

I mean seriously, before my co-workers started violating the morning greeting ritual, I could exchange the standard greeting with thirty people or more and still get to my desk in less than 5 minutes. Now, it takes me 30 to 40 minutes or more. And to make matters even worse, I still haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to pretend that you actually care about someone’s dead dog, or whatever? To, make matters even worse they will inevitably pull out their smartphone and start showing me photos of their dead fido, smashed up automobile, or whatever tragedy they experienced, and then start tearing up. Now, I have to pretend that I actually care. It’s exhausting.

I know for certain that it’s not me. I still hate people just as much as I always did, and I am still just as much of a dick to everyone that I always was. Things should be just the same as it ever was, but for whatever reason, everyone else is changing right before my eyes.

As of right now, I only use the standard morning greeting to determine who is still a normal human being, and who’s not. So far it seems that most of the senior management is unaffected.

For everyone else, until I figure out what’s going on, I keep my eyes down, pretend to be talking on my cell phone, or state right off the bat that I think I have contracted some really communicable disease like; the bird flu or severe cold. So far, this is keeping the pod people at bay.

I also do not drink any water or eat any food that is not prepared in my own kitchen. I have doubled up on my daily multi-vitamins and go to bed really early to get plenty of rest.

If any of you are experiencing similar issues, or have any insight on other actions I should be taking, I would really like to hear about it.

Hopefully, I can wait this out, and the world, as well as my co-worker pod people, will return to normal in due time.  As with everything, this too shall pass.

Who knows, maybe it’s the shock of all the events of 2016. One can only hope that 2017 is much better, after all, it can’t get any worse, at least I hope not. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this charade going.

 

As Always,

I Am…

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

This is an original work of satire,  from Tom Dye, The Safety Guy. 

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