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Gee, Snakes at a walmart. Were they in the customer service area?
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | July 25, 2006 at 10:34 AM
And then another snake fell down and ran underneath
is it just me, or does there seem to be a recent trend towards snakes with legs?
Posted by: TCK | July 25, 2006 at 10:35 AM
Yet ANOTHER reason not to shop at Wal-Mart!
(Picturing 89 yr old "greeter" with snakes wrapped around his arms and neck!)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 25, 2006 at 10:35 AM
I unpack tropical plants at work all the time. I've found lizards and giant spiders but, thankfully, never a snake. Yet.
*shudder*
Posted by: Bumble | July 25, 2006 at 10:35 AM
There are way too many snake-related incidents for this not to be an extremely clever marketing gimmick by the SoaP producers.
Posted by: Straw | July 25, 2006 at 10:39 AM
OK, someone help me out here. I'm no gardner so please splain the need to reach into plants at Wal-Mart. Is this part of the buying process? And, if so, what purpose does it serve?
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 25, 2006 at 10:40 AM
...and if you've ever been bitten in the garden department, you know how painful that can be...
Posted by: mudstuffin | July 25, 2006 at 10:41 AM
I've found lizards and giant spiders
Okay, looks like I will be bringing home plastic flora from now on.
(Who am I kidding? I've only ever brought home plastic - I have a black thumb.)
Posted by: Straw | July 25, 2006 at 10:41 AM
blurk - sometimes you need to move all the merchandise around to get the best one. Sheesh, men!
Anyway, wasn't there a story about another snake bite at Walmart a while back? Is this becoming a pandemic?
Posted by: 24-aholic | July 25, 2006 at 10:43 AM
that's why I just get the plastic, snake-less stuff...
Posted by: Siouxie | July 25, 2006 at 10:44 AM
24,
That's exactly what I'm talking about. How many is it gonna take before some genius finally says, "Gee, maybe I shouldn't put my hand in there"?
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 25, 2006 at 10:45 AM
I'm telling you - it's a pandemic. What celebrity is going to whore themselves out for this cause?
Posted by: 24-aholic | July 25, 2006 at 10:49 AM
I'm never goin' to Wal-Mart again. Well, I will because I'm cheap, but I'm not goin' near the garden department. Unless I need a new water hose, but I ain't goin' around those plants.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 25, 2006 at 10:52 AM
Blurkie - Hose wearing out??? :)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 25, 2006 at 10:54 AM
Possibly the K-Mart people are planting the snakes in the Walmart plants, so people will shun Walmart? HMMMM.....(I see conspiracies everywhere)
Posted by: OkieDokie | July 25, 2006 at 10:55 AM
Punkin, that would be the pharmacy.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 25, 2006 at 10:56 AM
"Mart-Wars"
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 25, 2006 at 10:56 AM
Apparently, Walmart snakes have legs so you're not safe anywhere.
Posted by: 24-aholic | July 25, 2006 at 10:56 AM
so tired of snakes story
Posted by: Chaz | July 25, 2006 at 10:59 AM
Buy one rattlesnake, get one free!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 25, 2006 at 11:01 AM
"Pygmy Rattler" Shouldn't that be "horizontially challenged rattler?"
Posted by: fivver | July 25, 2006 at 11:02 AM
good one meanie! but i havent shopped in walmart in at least 3 yrs and i wont go in there, even if they were giving away [free!!] dave barry books.
Posted by: queensbee | July 25, 2006 at 11:03 AM
kinda funny picture too - that hospital sign pointing towards the trash can..
Posted by: Siouxie | July 25, 2006 at 11:06 AM
Susy.... - that's the emergency entrance. Apparently the trash pick-up is quicker than the service at the hospital.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 25, 2006 at 11:13 AM
Or it could be the outpatient receptical
Posted by: Jan | July 25, 2006 at 11:30 AM
That would be the "Medicaid" entrance.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 25, 2006 at 11:39 AM
or for patients who lack insurance...see ya on thursday's pick up!!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 25, 2006 at 11:41 AM
Just one more reminder about how August 18th is just around the corner.
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | July 25, 2006 at 11:48 AM
I can just picture the promos for the local newscast: "Is shopping at Wal-Mart fatal? Find out tonight on WESH news at 11:00."
Posted by: Stev0 | July 25, 2006 at 12:00 PM
It comes out Aug 18th? Dang, I better wait until after the weekend to go see it. I'm flying to NYC that weekend and I really don't want to be imagining snakes everyrwhere.
Me: Yeaarrrrrghhh!!!!!!
Flight attendant: What?! What?!
Me: *points frantically at seat* S...sn...snaaaake!
Flight attendant: Ma'am, that's your lap belt. *walks away shaking head and mumbling* MF-in Snakes on a Plane!
Posted by: Straw | July 25, 2006 at 12:02 PM
hey Chaz--what do you think this IS?! ;-)
Posted by: Betsi | July 25, 2006 at 12:07 PM
"It was an isolated incident. We are taking precautions to make sure it doesn't happen again. Safety of our customers is our highest priority," a company representative said.
Well, if that was true they'd be making the clerks put their hands in all the plants (I didn't say bush, I didn't say bush!) to make sure the customers are safe. That won't be a problem, though, since they seem to care so little for their employees.
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 25, 2006 at 12:12 PM
Wal-Mart spelled backwards is Tram-Law.
And the story has disappeared to the land of 404.
Posted by: | July 25, 2006 at 12:42 PM
What's next? Target putting black widow spiders into K-Mart's bananas? Does K-Mart even SELL bananas? This sounds like another book concept for Dave and ... oh... maybe Greg Iles? Just work your way through the RBR, Dave...
Posted by: Higgy | July 25, 2006 at 12:47 PM
I wonder who you'd have to bribe in order to get a pygmy rattler slipped into Madonna's loo?
Posted by: jamester | July 25, 2006 at 12:48 PM
The low-budget sequel to Snakes on a Plane -
"Snakes on a Plant."
If C-bol were here, he would have said it already.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 25, 2006 at 01:37 PM
where is c-bol?
Posted by: 24-aholic | July 25, 2006 at 01:45 PM
yeah i haven't seen him on in forever!
Posted by: Betsi | July 25, 2006 at 01:50 PM
Snakes. Why does it always have to be snakes?
Posted by: Indiana Jones | July 25, 2006 at 01:52 PM
From their track record, I'd say most of the snakes are in management.
Posted by: Stranded on Wal-Mart Island | July 25, 2006 at 02:12 PM
By the way, where did the phrase "snakes on a plane" come from? I seem to be hearing it everywhere.
Posted by: Stranded on Wal-Mart Island | July 25, 2006 at 02:14 PM
IJ - it's always snakes and it's always Florida.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | July 25, 2006 at 02:16 PM
Stranded, It's the name of a movie.
Posted by: JEK | July 25, 2006 at 02:24 PM
Stranded - and WANMTU! - coming up soon too!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 25, 2006 at 02:39 PM
This keeps happening at Wal-mart. Where the heck do they get their plants? And Sandford is just up the freeway from me too!
*packs leather gloves in car in case I have to go to Wal-mart*
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | July 25, 2006 at 03:46 PM
The last time it was at a Depot in NC; although that could have been in Sanford as well.
Jamester, you show me the loo, I'll bring the pygmy rattler.
BTW, pygmies are the freakin' worst! Their rattles are soft and pretty much soundless and they are insanely
camiflcamisoledhard to see. That's usually against the rules in the venemous snake dress code.Posted by: CJrun | July 25, 2006 at 05:13 PM
CJ - yes, and they're very aggressive, just like pygmy guys (Napoleon complex).
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 25, 2006 at 07:29 PM
Annie; late, but true enough. As a youngster, I trained under three amazing olders that dragged me through the woods; two botanists and a herper. Taking a tour group of elderly ladies through a swamp, one of the botanists was getting to show all the pretty flowers and receiving too much applause. The herper walked off into the woods and appeared on the trail, later, shirtless and bleeding from the four brown snakes he found and attached to his chest. The ladies were impressed!
Later we got to a spot where there was a pygmy lying in relatively clear view; we pointed it out so everyone could steer clear. And that's when I learned my boss had a glass eye. He was fine at most tasks, but had no depth perception. He couldn't judge the distance to the pygmy closely enough to avoid it and said, 'You folks go ahead, I'll wait here.' And nothing we could say would change his mind. He wouldn't go anywhere near a pygmy rattler, 'cause they are just plain the whirlwind Chihuahua of the snake world. Not as dangerous as a cottonmouth, but Napoleonic.
I had fun today being the oldster with a youngster digging up his first gopher tortoise burrow to move the critter to a preserve. As he slid his hand down the burrow, I asked him what he was planning to do with the rattlesnake [they can hang out in the burrows] that he was about to grab. He said, 'I better go get my gloves.' What a brilliant young idiot. Gloves. Tomorrow, I will show him photographs of what a rattler can do. They can break your leg [or arm], so gloves don't help much. Good times!
Posted by: CJrun | July 25, 2006 at 10:01 PM
Dubiously fake-sounding quote: Safety of our customers is our highest priority ...
No profit motive in customer safety ... merely sayin' ...
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | July 26, 2006 at 12:37 AM
I just hate it when a GIANT PINK TESTICLE jumps out & bites me on the hand.
I hate it when it happens a second time.
Oh.
Never mind.
Posted by: catharine | July 26, 2006 at 09:38 AM
CJ - ok, long scary snake story, just for you - As a teenager, I took a nap on a chaise lounge by our pool. When I awoke, I went to get up, but stopped when I heard hissing coming from under my seat. I peeked and saw FOUR little snakes, one of which had puffed and risen up like a teeny cobra! I saw another little snake crawling out from under the edge of our in-ground pool - a nest of them was hatching and crawling under my chair for shade! Did I mention I was only wearing my bikini? I screamed for help, but nobody was around. Every time I tried to get off the chaise lounge, the snakes would rise up like cobras.
Finally my brother heard me. He got a broom and swept the vipers into some empty coffee cans. They were hissing and puffing like crazy. We took them down the street to the local reptile institute (yes, really!) - Montfort's. The owner said they were clown snakes that acted like poisonous snakes but really weren't. I failed to see the humor. He was so delighted with them that he gave us a behind the scenes tour of his snake farm. Gah! As he demonstrated how fast his cobra could strike (I heard it hit his stick but didn't see it move), there was rustling in a box stacked near my head. The box said "DANGER - TIMBER RATTLER." I was afraid if I fainted, I would fall and knock open one of those boxes, so I did everything I could to stay upright and breathing.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 26, 2006 at 09:58 AM
Annie, I was in the first Gulf War. I have since been back to the middle east six times. I am absolutely ready to go back again and get shot at. That's part of my job.
BUT YOU WENT TO A FRIGGIN' SNAKE FARM VOLUNTARILY???!!!
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 26, 2006 at 12:02 PM
Coming in LTTG (that does mean "late to the game", right?). That'll teach me to go to work all day.
True story, ISIANMTU: My brother used to enjoy bringing home pets when we were teens and not telling my mom. He used to keep them in various cages, well hidden in the basement. Mice, snakes, that kind of thing. One day his garter snake ran (slithered?) under the back porch and he couldn't catch it. After a couple of days, he gave up.
Lo and behold, my dad is mowing the lawn, and "THUMP!" and "ZING!" and Dad nearly has a heart attack when he sees what he mowed over. The odd thing was, he found the tail end in the grass, but the head half was never found. Of course, my brother couldn't 'fess up, because my mom would have slaughtered him, so he played dumb.
And while we're on the topic of Wal-Mart, here's a little JibJab movie that yours truly was in last year. My head can be seen early in the movie sticking out of the center car window in the scene right after the hero exits his car in the parking lot. My husband is a union steward, and once the local found out wifey was in an anti-box-mart movie, they did a write-up in the paper supporting the animated film. Sheesh. I was just trying for my fifteen microseconds of fame.
Posted by: Cat R. | July 26, 2006 at 10:04 PM
Cat R. Piiar- I LOVE those JibJab movies!!! I especially like the Matzo song.
Posted by: catharine | July 27, 2006 at 01:26 PM