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Poison is Poison, M'Kay?
13 years ago
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I know that in the past, I have talked about some people being poison. While many people can be or are poison, this journal isn't about poison, it is about actual poison. It is also a rant.
So, my mom has this poison called Golden Malrin. It's a fly bait poison. It's only reason to exist is to be poison. So when you call it poison, it's a poison, m'kay? Follow me yet? Are we all on the same page?
So, let us confirm that it is poison, actual poison. Okay. Step 1 complete.
So, we can all say that poison is something you generally don't wanna fuck with. You know, unless you like to eat poison. I think most of us can agree that you don't want to eat poison. Want some actual poison in your food? I didn't think so. You agree right? Okay. Step 2 complete.
So. There's actual poison, and you don't want it in your food. Here's the tricky part. This is step 3. You have water. Water goes downhill, right? Can we all agree that water goes downhill? I hope so. Can we all agree that water goes downhill under the normal force of gravity? Okay. Step 3 complete.
So. My mom is told to not put poison above the garden. I state that I will not eat from the garden if she puts the poison in or above the garden. So she doesn't. Until right before a rainstorm. Yeps. She goes out an hour before the rainstorm and moves the poison about 10 feet above the garden - in an open 'pan' that is actually the cut out bottom of a gallon of milk. The poison is mixed in with coke to make it more attractive to animals (She's already killed a raccoon, she meant to get a groundhog. Oh my god, I hope PETA doesn't read this.)
So, she even spills some of it moving it up there. And she has the gall to say: "Well, only a drop of it spilled. None of it got out in the rain."
Sure. Because you were out in the rain, thunder, and lightning watching it the entire fucking time. You stupid, fucking old hag. Refer to Points 1-3, pretty fucking common sense. POISON IS POISON, I don't have to prove to you that it did, you have to prove to me that it didn't get in the garden, because you shouldn't fuck around with poison!
Granted, she won't admit to that point. She's probably just going to throw the shit into the garden itself now to spite me. I called the Center for Poison Control (1-800-222-1222) and asked them about it. They said it is a Class 2 Carbon-Based Poison. (And since most carbon based life forms will absorb Carbon...). There are many classes, but they are generally broken up into 3 classes based on severity.
Class 2 isn't the most toxic or severe - it's the middle one. It will cause 'wet' conditions, vomiting, diarrhea, and may cause respiratory distress (which means it can kill you, although it is unlikely). However, it will get into the plants, and it will be passed to us through the food. In what amounts are unknown, and so long as my mother follows the directions and uses minute amounts, it shouldn't be a problem. So I don't know if I am going to eat the food yet or not. I suppose that largely depends on what she does in the future. (Hopefully, I'll have moved out of state by the time it comes to harvest).
However, to prove how much my mother cares for directions, she covered up the directions label, and the warning label on the actual poison container with a label that says 'Groundhog Poison'.
Now I am going to have to go do yardwork with her all day, helping her with today's garage sale (Which she is only having today, this week, since she is CONVINCED that Thursdays are the big day to have garage sales), while wanting to bitch slap her because she is a huge fucking fool that doesn't listen, and because talking to her is pointless. (Ever see the bobblehead head-bob 'yes yes yes okay okay okay' thing? That's what she does.)
I'm just wondering... is this a normal reaction? OR am I over-reacting to feel this way?
Feedback, user opinions, anyone?
So, my mom has this poison called Golden Malrin. It's a fly bait poison. It's only reason to exist is to be poison. So when you call it poison, it's a poison, m'kay? Follow me yet? Are we all on the same page?
So, let us confirm that it is poison, actual poison. Okay. Step 1 complete.
So, we can all say that poison is something you generally don't wanna fuck with. You know, unless you like to eat poison. I think most of us can agree that you don't want to eat poison. Want some actual poison in your food? I didn't think so. You agree right? Okay. Step 2 complete.
So. There's actual poison, and you don't want it in your food. Here's the tricky part. This is step 3. You have water. Water goes downhill, right? Can we all agree that water goes downhill? I hope so. Can we all agree that water goes downhill under the normal force of gravity? Okay. Step 3 complete.
So. My mom is told to not put poison above the garden. I state that I will not eat from the garden if she puts the poison in or above the garden. So she doesn't. Until right before a rainstorm. Yeps. She goes out an hour before the rainstorm and moves the poison about 10 feet above the garden - in an open 'pan' that is actually the cut out bottom of a gallon of milk. The poison is mixed in with coke to make it more attractive to animals (She's already killed a raccoon, she meant to get a groundhog. Oh my god, I hope PETA doesn't read this.)
So, she even spills some of it moving it up there. And she has the gall to say: "Well, only a drop of it spilled. None of it got out in the rain."
Sure. Because you were out in the rain, thunder, and lightning watching it the entire fucking time. You stupid, fucking old hag. Refer to Points 1-3, pretty fucking common sense. POISON IS POISON, I don't have to prove to you that it did, you have to prove to me that it didn't get in the garden, because you shouldn't fuck around with poison!
Granted, she won't admit to that point. She's probably just going to throw the shit into the garden itself now to spite me. I called the Center for Poison Control (1-800-222-1222) and asked them about it. They said it is a Class 2 Carbon-Based Poison. (And since most carbon based life forms will absorb Carbon...). There are many classes, but they are generally broken up into 3 classes based on severity.
Class 2 isn't the most toxic or severe - it's the middle one. It will cause 'wet' conditions, vomiting, diarrhea, and may cause respiratory distress (which means it can kill you, although it is unlikely). However, it will get into the plants, and it will be passed to us through the food. In what amounts are unknown, and so long as my mother follows the directions and uses minute amounts, it shouldn't be a problem. So I don't know if I am going to eat the food yet or not. I suppose that largely depends on what she does in the future. (Hopefully, I'll have moved out of state by the time it comes to harvest).
However, to prove how much my mother cares for directions, she covered up the directions label, and the warning label on the actual poison container with a label that says 'Groundhog Poison'.
Now I am going to have to go do yardwork with her all day, helping her with today's garage sale (Which she is only having today, this week, since she is CONVINCED that Thursdays are the big day to have garage sales), while wanting to bitch slap her because she is a huge fucking fool that doesn't listen, and because talking to her is pointless. (Ever see the bobblehead head-bob 'yes yes yes okay okay okay' thing? That's what she does.)
I'm just wondering... is this a normal reaction? OR am I over-reacting to feel this way?
Feedback, user opinions, anyone?
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If she isn't on the toilet in an hour it's probably fine. People drink alcohol all the time, your body can take a bit of poison. That which doesn't kill you, makes you stranger.