Posted on 03/27/2024 10:12:33 AM PDT by V_TWIN
I’m from the Southside just off Beach Blvd near Southside Blvd. and when I was a kid it was a great place. Things change.
Wolves....SMH.
Yeah, I’ve always thought owning exotic animals isn’t a good idea.
Back in the 80s we used to live next to a guy that had a chimpanzee.
He had to hide his car keys from her because she was strong enough to twist the keys like a paper clip.
Next door to him was a 7-11 convenience store. He was gone one day and the chimp got loose, made it’s way into the 7-11 and proceeded to tear it apart.
When he got home the police were there and just about to shoot it but he convinced the cops he could control her.....and DID.
After that he decided he’d move in with a lady at the beach that also had a chimp......I discovered then that people that own chimpanzees is actually a bit of a subculture. Who knew? 🤷
The house was directly on Ponte Vedra Beach and had an indoor outdoor enclosure for the primates.
Big signs warning people that might walk up off the beach to keep their distance and never touch the cage......sure enough two kids walked up, ignored the signs and one kid got close enough that one of the chimps was able to grab his hand and completly bite off one of his fingers.
True story......every word. ✋️
How’s the cat?
Thanks, that actionnews site was a mess.
Oh yeah. Everyone who pays attention knows that Chimpanzees, besides being far stronger than any human pound-for-pound, can be incredibly aggressive and dangerous.
I don’t doubt that there is a subculture there, the same way there appears to be with snakes and pit bulls.
I was an Orange Park area guy. South of NAS Jax.
Yes, our family including me migrated to Orange Park in the 80’s. My parents retired to Green Cove Springs.
Is there any culture that has Pit Bull recipies?
Kind of like cat, but needs a slow cooker.
I used to do a little work at Magnolia Point.
Drove through GCS on my way to and from Patrick AFB.
Whoa...glad the kitty is ok.
Around eight or 10 years ago I had a wonderful dog who was half American Staffordshire Terrier, a quarter lab, and then split between golden retriever and cocker spaniel. I also had a cat in the house when I adopted him. He spent his time, as a puppy, bothering the cat.. That was until the day I came home and noticed 1/4 inch long gash in his nose. Thereafter he had excellent kitty manners.
Unscathed, but I’m sure a few of those 9 got used up. 😏
Yeah, problem is nobody knows where those two hellhounds went. 🤷
I’m glad to hear that.
LOL! I lived in Ortega. Yup. Ortega and Ortega Hills are not the same thing.
I was planning a trip to LA to hunt down and destroy a couple of pits that have killed dogs, cats chickens and goats. Someone beat me to it this morning... I’m kinda disappointed....
When we/family raised cows, I killed several dogs.
I even shot a dog who was after my chickens. I was naked except for my .30/30.
PROOF that there is more PLASTIC in car than people realize.
Great recollection. From experience, memories like that are locked in your memory bank for life. I am guessing that when you wrote your recollection, it was like it happened yesterday with the memory locked in.
About 7 years ago I wrote about a car accident my wife and I were in back in 1987 while we were still dating. We were in the back seat of a car that went off a 35 foot embankment. Driver dies, one girl destroyed her atm for life, my wife is still in a wheelchair from severing her spinal cord. I walked away, with some scratches and a cut head.
When I wrote my account many years later, it was like it happened yesterday in my head. I will never forget even the minute details. It was an incident that haunts me to this day.
Good God. Yes. Those things do get embedded into our memories. I know exactly what you mean
I got a taste of that terrible experience of memory you described just a few short years ago.
A cyclist splitting the lane between the two lanes of traffic collided with the front left fender of my car as I pulled through a line of traffic, and for about three months, anytime my mind was not occupied with some task, it would replay in my head. It was a 1 or even 1.5 second sequence of what I saw, indelibly recorded and burned into my brain.
But even though it was only about a second in real life, the clip stretched on in super slow-motion, ultra-high definition mode, and I could see the cyclist in sharp vivid color, perfect ballet-like tandem with his bike, cartwheeling head over heels past my field of view.
It would play over and over again, the fidelity exactly the same as a digital copy of a movie.
Thankfully after three months the vision became less frequent, and lost some of its fidelity, to the point now when I deliberately conjure it up, it is grainy and indistinct, degrading with time.
Funny thing though-early on, as high definition and super slow motion as it was, I could never see the features of the guy’s face.
The face was an oblong, pale oval, with a dark black hole where the mouth was gaping open. No eyes, nose, ears, eyebrows, lips...nothing. Just pale white with the gaping dark mouth in a silent scream. As he went from left to right, tumbling, I could see his bare calves, the biking shoes, the spokes of the wheels spinning, even as the bike was cartwheeling, and the composite frame of the expensive bike,
But even with all that detail, I could never make out the features of his face.
Anyway. I don’t see it unbidden now. I have to think of it. Thankfully. And I wasn’t even physically injured. But I sure had a tough time getting it out of my mind.
But I did have a very jarring related experience that made me accept even more deeply the unique character of memories of that nature.
I had heard that the series “Better Call Saul” was pretty good, and I liked the guy when I had seen him in “Breaking Bad”, so late one night (about six months after the accident) I was all by myself, completely relaxed, in my own living room, and put one of the early episodes on.
It started off with the main character driving down the road of a suburban neighborhood, the camera just behind and to the right of his head, so you could see part of the back of his head, and out the front windshield as if you were driving.
The guy was turning this way and that, kind of lazily, as he talked on the phone to someone (I think)
Then...WHAM!
In an instant, from being completely relaxed and safe, my heart was pounding, and I felt encased in a cocoon of terrible panic. I fumbled wildly for the hand controller, juggling and wiggling it trying to shut the whole system off, all the while hoarsely saying “F**k! F**k! F**k!”
I thought I was completely over it. I wasn’t seeing it or dreaming about it (or compulsively relating it to someone) and was very relaxed, the thought of the accident wasn’t even in the same solar system I was, it was that far out of my mind.
But the vision, looking out the windshield of that car, and the abrupt WHAM as the guy hit some person on a bike...it reached down and made it real in a fraction of a second, and I didn’t even see that coming.
If that is a common experience (and I think it is) my heart breaks for people like soldiers, police, or firefighters who have undergone REAL trauma of some kind (I wasn’t even physically scratched) and experience anything like what I did.
When my wife was a little girl, they had a Basset Hound named “Mandy”, and a cat named “Buttons”.
The cat so terrorized the dog that, when the two animals would pass in the narrow main hallway of the house, the cat would contemptuously strut right up the center of the hall, and Mandy the Basset Hound would be scraping the wall with the side of her body, her cowed head subserviently facing the wall in anticipation of a sudden attack.
Poor dog. I love cats, but as my wife related this to me, my heart was with the poor dog.
I would say that a good, large, muscular cat in good shape and experience in fighting would be a match for nearly any dog, but once there is more than one dog, I don’t have much hope for the cat.
And foxes seem to be more deadly to cats than dogs are, for some reason. That said, there is a great photo series showing a fox and a cat squaring off in the Russian snow somewhere, and in that one, the cat decisively wins.
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