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I've been on some rough flights before but nothing like this.
On a personal note, I worked for the FAA many years ago and we had real bad thunderstorms in our sector one day. Our radar controller vectored a DC-10, which is a huge airplane, between 2 cells that day for its safety and out of nowhere we got an urgent call from the pilot that they had just hit a pocket and dropped 1,000 feet in a manner of a second or two. I imagine the video above would be similar to that.
On a personal note, I worked for the FAA many years ago and we had real bad thunderstorms in our sector one day. Our radar controller vectored a DC-10, which is a huge airplane, between 2 cells that day for its safety and out of nowhere we got an urgent call from the pilot that they had just hit a pocket and dropped 1,000 feet in a manner of a second or two. I imagine the video above would be similar to that.
Don’t have to imagine- I was on a flight that dropped more than a thousand feet in a second. Everything bounced off the ceiling like in the video.
I would have a difficult time using the bathroom going forward
I say, good for you Mr Snake, and I am rarely pro snake
It's amazing how calmed she remained.
Happened to a college teammate of mine. I'm guessing she was handling mice or rabbits before opening that cage.
I helped a friend of mine move many moons ago, and he had a 5-6ft snake like that someone had given him with the enclosure. He asked me if I wanted it because there really wasn't room where he was going. I figured, 'what the hell'.
The enclosure was about the size of a fridge, and I had it next to mine in the apt.
I already had a plan in mind, if he latched on to me like that I'd grab a butcher knife and put an end to him, if that proved too difficult then shotgun down the hall would have to do the trick. But I felt it important to have a plan and not have to think about it if the time came.
One time taking out the water dish, which was touching his back, he lunged across the enclosure and I snatched my hand back in time to just feel where his nose bumped my knuckle.
Decided right then I didn't need to wait for 'if' to become 'when'. Put him in a pillow case and gave him to a reptile guy at the pet shop.
A line from a nature show echoes in my mind:
"The reptile only has a limbic brain. To him, chewing is happiness."
Sure it's a rat, ok, my man in the camo hat wondering where the hell is his One Love wings and fries box.
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