Wuthering Hyders

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Did you know that the odds of dying from a fall out of bed are one in two million? Did you know that the odds of dying in a plane crash are one in eight million? (As near as I could find.) So, in theory, you are more likely to die falling out of bed than in a plane crash. Weird, huh? I'm still trying to figure out how ANYONE could die falling out of bed. What kind of bed are we talking about here? Is it on the third floor of a building next to a large open window? Maybe people break their necks falling out of bed, but how is that possible? Is it morbid that I'm even thinking about this? I mean, I GET dying in a plane crash. Makes total sense. Falling out of bed? I may need to do some research on this statistic. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep in my bed again until I know the truth.

The kids and I got to pet one of the garter snakes in the yard today. It was slithering into the edging around one of our trees so I figured it was safe to let them touch it. Thank goodness the thing couldn't turn around because Perrin pinched it's butt as it vanished into the edging. I doubt it appreciated that. We also found the snake's shed skin in the grass nearby and played with that for awhile. It was fun for them to see its scales up close. You could even tell where the eyes and mouth were. Then they ripped it into pieces. I don't understand this need for destruction they have.

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So, I've been "researching" the odds of death in various situations for an hour or more and the only real conclusion I've come to is that we're all going to die. Big surprise there, right? It makes for some interesting reading though. Who has the job of compiling these statistics? Do they just read death certificates all day? I still haven't really found an answer for the falling out of bed question, but I'm guessing that statistic pertains mostly to the very old or very young. I'm not going to have to sleep on the floor after all. I'm going to risk tempting fate and sleep in my bed anyway.

According to an article in TIME magazine, taking risks is due to base instincts from our prehistoric days. Does that mean that people who take more risks are more driven by their base instincts? Does that mean their brains didn't "evolve" as far as those of us who don't take so many risks? Who is more intelligent, the one who does the hunting, or the one who gets the other to do it for him? Survival of the fittest? Personally, I'd rather be smart than fit.

I've written all this and I still have no idea where I was going with it. It's hard to concentrate when you keeping getting interrupted. I can't even remember how I got started on the subject of the odds of dying. Oh, wait! Yes, I can. It was on MSN's front page this morning. That led me to www.brainofbrian.com and all of its random fun. One of the philosophies of the website claims that Barney (the big, purple dinosaur that was hiding in our upstairs bath) is the devil. I agree that Barney is evil (I must go cleanse myself and the computer after writing that name.), but the devil? Really. Some people have too much time on their hands. Too bad they can't share it.

I'm going to stop wasting time with random thoughts and try to do something remotely productive now.