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You should never plant a sandbox tree. It is too dangerous to have around people or animals, and when planted in isolated areas it is likely to spread.
Why is it that a warning about this murderous tree makes me want to plant a circle of them around my house? (Found via the Knuckledragger, thankee.)
Seriously: who needs those loud, messy (and illegal) Claymore thingies when you can get Mother Nature to provide this little party?
Sandbox tree fruits look like little pumpkins, but once they dry into seed capsules, they become ticking time bombs. When fully mature, they explode with a loud bang and fling their hard, flattened seeds at speeds of up to 150 miles per hour and distances of over 60 feet. The shrapnel can seriously injure any person or animal in its path. As bad as this is, the exploding seed pods are only one of the ways that a sandbox tree can inflict harm.
They even look badass:
Is it just me, or does this look like a spiked collar around the neck of an angry Rottweiler? It speaks to me, and what it says is: “Mess with me, motherfucker, and I will kill you.”
Want.
Afterthought: in the interests of Saving Mother Gaia, we should plant a ten-mile deep line of these bad boys along our southern border; I mean, who can be against reforestation?
Then And Now #468
Seems as though Bugatti has made a one-off for some rich fart, based on the classic Bugatti “Atlantic” of the 1930s:
Leaving aside the price of the thing (which is of course insane because Bugatti), Loyal Readers will not be surprised as to which model I prefer. Both look like Batmobiles, of course, each for their respective era (assuming Batman was around in the 1930s, which he wasn’t), and both have amazing power (once again, for their respective eras).
I’d bet that the older one is easier to park, though, simply because the modern one looks like a bloated sow by comparison. And in a real-life setting, the Atlantic looks even more toothsome:
Stunning
If you like gorgeous photographs, look at these. My favorite is this one: it’s a detail, not the full thing (which wouldn’t have fitted on the page).
The last time I saw lighting like that, it was in a Rembrandt painting. The photographer is Chris Fletcher, who apparently first picked up a camera in 2011. (I’m not an envious type by nature, but there are limits…)
Paradise
Saw this pic at Timewaster‘s place the other day:
Clear out a couple dead trees to accommodate a little .22 range, add a clay thrower to the end of the pier, and Kim’s a happy bunny gunny.
Oh, I forgot: also, a Ma Deuce to keep gummint agents ummm large predators errrr pirates at bay. That’s what I meant… pirates.
Snow Scene
The area where The Englishman lives (the Vale of Pewsey) is indescribably gorgeous: green fields, woodlands, endless rolling hills, and through the middle runs the Kennet & Avon Canal.
Now I often poke fun at Teh Brits for going into a DefCon1 Panic Attack when a few flakes of snow float down and render their roads “impassable” (in Wisconsin, these conditions would be known as “late September”).
But when snow falls on the Vale of Pewsey’s Kennet & Avon Canal, you get views like this:
Compare and contrast the same canal in summer (this pic taken near Devizes, not Pewsey itself):
No trip to Britishland should be considered complete without a drive through Wiltshire.