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Reminder about Bats and Rabies and all Furry Animals

Hello Friends,

Madam X reminds me to REMIND YOU that it is Rabies Season (if there is such a thing). Adorable baby animals are out now. Bobcats and foxes can be SO CUTE.

YES.

And deadly.

Just a head’s up but bats carry rabies.

So do bobcats.

So do those adorable little foxes.

So do coyotes.

So do just about everything except rabbits and rats which are rarely identified as having RABIES.

Just to be clear, rabies is deadly. Very few people make it out alive if they get it.

A recent story came to light (earlier in 2018) about a man in Florida who found a bat and took it home to show his son. He placed it in a 5 gallon bucket in the yard. Six year old Sonny Boy came home, found the bat, played with said bat, and then contracted rabies and died.

This is a Bat

By The original uploader was Velho at English Wikipedia [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

A bat bite is usually not even seen. That is why the CDC recommends that anyone who finds a bat in their bedroom after waking needs to get the rabies shots. You might not even see or feel the bat bite.

PLEASE. PLEASE stay away from bats.

Rabid animals will appear disoriented and may come up to you out in the desert when you are hiking. They may come up in your yard.

REMEMBER – WILD ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. EVER.

If they are coming up to you, they are probably RABID.

Get out of their way very quickly and call the Animal Control person in your area or a Fish and Wildlife worker.

Stay safe in the desert, dear friends,

Usuri Moray for Madam X

 

The Takeaway From This Story … Do Not Mess with Rattle Snakes

Hello Friends,

Madam X has requested that I remind all of our kind and gentle readers to not mess with rattle snakes. No. Never. Not even if you think you are doing them a favor.

A story out of Oklahoma happening just this past weekend (May 2, 2018, I believe) tells of an adult man (age 57) stopping his car to move a rattlesnake out of the road and away from oncoming traffic.

Kind man!

The snake bit him on one hand and then the other. The man died soon afterward before medical attention could arrive.

His wife said to just NOT MESS WITH RATTLE SNAKES.

The man did have an underlying heart condition which may have attributed to his sudden death.

However, REALLY.  Just NEVER NEVER pick up a rattlesnake unless you are some kind of certified snake handler, the dog catcher, fish and wildlife guru, or a member of that religious group in North Carolina that routinely handles snakes (and routinely gets bit, too, I might add).

And Madam X would like to remind all desert dwellers out there if you are bit by the dreaded Mojave Green rattler, that you only have 30 minutes to make it to the nearest hospital for the anti-venom. That is how venomous the Mojave Green is!

IF the hospitals even carry the anti-venom. 

Mojave Green

Photo By Todd Huffman from Phoenix, AZ (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Anyway, that is today’s thought for the day.

 

Be smart and stay safe, Gentle Reader,

Usuri Moray for Madam X

 

Chupacabra Hunter Chronicles, Excerpt: Harquehala Mountains, 1996

We have an excerpt from our favorite Chupacabra Hunter.

 

 

EXCERPT: HARQUEHALA MOUNTAINS, 1996

Artist rendering of a Chupacabra
Artist rendering of a Chupacabra

The truck smelled chronically of gasoline fumes and you had to reconcile yourself to the uncomfortable fact that the gas tank was positioned vertically directly behind your car seat. But since it had no air-conditioning, the choice of whether or not to enjoy AC and be asphyxiated, or be sweating hot and be able to breath, was already made for you. Beyond these otherwise incidental shortcomings, the truck proved invaluable to our gold prospecting ventures. The absence of the weight of the truck bed, combined with it’s 460 V-8 engine, soon gave the copper-hued Dodge it’s nickname of the ‘Frog Hopper’. Now, this may sound somewhat insulting, but you have to understand that this was intended as a compliment, as this truck could literally hop over significant boulders and the other rough terrains that only the most dedicated desert travelers ever experience. There was many a time the Frog Hopper jumped us out of a treacherous wash, a thick sand pit, or over generally unidentifiable gravel laden dirt paths best described as a mountain goat trail. Looking back now, we probably had no business being that far into the remote Arizona desert as many times as we went, with or without the trusty pickup truck. (To be continued.)