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What Were YOUR Erroneous Childhood Beliefs?

catseye said:
I am the same with worms! I have to rescue them from the road when I'm out running and I find them stranding on a damp day in the middle of the road. Some of them have probably been trying to get to the other side for years and I keep coming along and shoving them back where they started!
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I do the same with snails , if they are in the middle of the pavement, I have to move them onto the verge, ideally way back in the grass
 
Frideswide said:
I /still/ eat all my veggies for the same reason!
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Yep , I'm with you all the way on that one ... Another quirk I had as a young child I would get my mouthful of food then jump up and dance around making rythmic humming noises for every one. By now everyone else had left the kitchen as I was a notoriously slow eater . My little boy's mother sent me a video a couple of years ago if him doing the exact same thing despite no prompts.... Proud of my boy , hee hee
 
gojiramonkey said:
I do the same with snails , if they are in the middle of the pavement, I have to move them onto the verge, ideally way back in the grass
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I was speaking to someone this morning in the tower block where I live and she mentioned about the number of slugs, snails and worms on the footpaths when it rains and more so in the evenings and how she is compelled to move them out the way. Se said how she dreads going over to the corner shop because when it rains, she can't help herself. She feels sorry for them and worries they will get trod on.

I think the reason for more such creatures is because our council no longer uses weed killers and so the weeds grow between the paving slabs and the slugs and snails find it easier to eat the vegetation found on foot paths that have weeds, etc, growing on the cracks between them. I have to admit that lately that avoiding all the slugs and snails in wet or damp weather around where I live is a problem. I hate that crunch sound when I accidentally tread on a snail. Or that slimy feeling under foot when having trod on a slug. I feel so guilty about it.
 
kesavaross said:
I was speaking to someone this morning in the tower block where I live and she mentioned about the number of slugs, snails and worms on the footpaths when it rains and more so in the evenings and how she is compelled to move them out the way. Se said how she dreads going over to the corner shop because when it rains, she can't help herself. She feels sorry for them and worries they will get trod on.

I think the reason for more such creatures is because our council no longer uses weed killers and so the weeds grow between the paving slabs and the slugs and snails find it easier to eat the vegetation found on foot paths that have weeds, etc, growing on the cracks between them. I have to admit that lately that avoiding all the slugs and snails in wet or damp weather around where I live is a problem. I hate that crunch sound when I accidentally tread on a snail. Or that slimy feeling under foot when having trod on a slug. I feel so guilty about it.
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Our garden is often full of them under the correct conditions. It's like something out of a horror film sometimes;

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As a child, I firmly believed that my way of eating biscuits was correct and adults had it all wrong. For example, a custard cream was obviously designed to be separated - without breaking it mind you - and the creamy filling was to be scraped off with your lower set before tackling the biscuit bit itself. Bourbons not so as the longer biscuit would inevitably break ruining the whole experience. The pink wafers from your Gran’s biscuit tin should just be left in your mouth until they dissolved into sweet mush. Iced rings had to be licked until the icing was removed so it could be treated as a normal biscuit. A chocolate marshmallow snowball was a highly erotic confectionery affair with the tongue doing most of the work.
So the question ‘Would you like a biscuit?’ demanded a greater deal of thought than an adult could comprehend.
 
Analogue Boy said:
As a child, I firmly believed that my way of eating biscuits was correct and adults had it all wrong. For example, a custard cream was obviously designed to be separated - without breaking it mind you - and the creamy filling was to be scraped off with your lower set before tackling the biscuit bit itself. Bourbons not so as the longer biscuit would inevitably break ruining the whole experience. The pink wafers from your Gran’s biscuit tin should just be left in your mouth until they dissolved into sweet mush. Iced rings had to be licked until the icing was removed so it could be treated as a normal biscuit. A chocolate marshmallow snowball was a highly erotic confectionery affair with the tongue doing most of the work.
So the question ‘Would you like a biscuit?’ demanded a greater deal of thought than an adult could comprehend.
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What about Jammy Dodgers?
 
Floyd said:
Our garden is often full of them under the correct conditions. It's like something out of a horror film sometimes;

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We used to have massive slugs raiding the dogs' food bowls at night. Could never find them hiding in the kitchen so I assumed they were ganging up to butch the cat door open.
 
escargot said:
We used to have massive slugs raiding the dogs' food bowls at night. Could never find them hiding in the kitchen so I assumed they were ganging up to butch the cat door open.
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Have only had a couple of those small ones in the house lately, which I have removed.
Outside, it's the bird seed and bird bath/water bowl that attracts them.
 
escargot said:
We used to have massive slugs raiding the dogs' food bowls at night. Could never find them hiding in the kitchen so I assumed they were ganging up to butch the cat door open.
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Yep, when I get home from work there is usually one GIGANTIC slug trying to force its way into the dog biscuit cupboard. In my old house, which was chronically damp with gaps in all the walls, I often put my hand into the dog biscuits to find the entire upper surface a writhing bunch of slugs.

I bemoan the fact that there isn't really room to decant the biscuits into a plastic container. But then my dog is a devil for leaving biscuits loitering in her bowl overnight (she's an Only Dog), so they'd just go for those anyway. Plus the buggers have had my nepeta and several of my smaller flowering plants.
 
Floyd said:
Weird.
I've never know a dog or cat leave food!
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Patterdale terrier. Very unmotivated by food, impossible to train with treats (she will sniff them and often just drop them or bury them behind cushions 'for later' - which never comes and I find them mouldy weeks later). Not bothered by eating her dinner in one go, will leave it and come back to it in the middle of the night or whenever the fancy strikes her. Like I said, an Only Dog, so no worries about Another Dog wading in and eating it all (which, I suspect, may change her stance but she's so ridiculously aggressive to most other dogs that it's not likely to happen).

She won't even eat cheese.
 
catseye said:
Patterdale terrier. Very unmotivated by food, impossible to train with treats (she will sniff them and often just drop them or bury them behind cushions 'for later' - which never comes and I find them mouldy weeks later). Not bothered by eating her dinner in one go, will leave it and come back to it in the middle of the night or whenever the fancy strikes her. Like I said, an Only Dog, so no worries about Another Dog wading in and eating it all (which, I suspect, may change her stance but she's so ridiculously aggressive to most other dogs that it's not likely to happen).

She won't even eat cheese.
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Not even Wensleydale?
 
catseye said:
I often put my hand into the dog biscuits to find the entire upper surface a writhing bunch of slugs.
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:omg:

Someone once asked me to feed the garden birds with a handful of seeds from the large open tub on a table in their shed.

I peered into the gloomy shed, spotted the tin and reached over, noticing that I couldn't see any seeds, just something dark, moving about...
Stopped just in time to see a volcano of mice pour from the tub. :omg: They covered the table and, I noticed, every other surface.

Managed not to girly-squeal but if I'd dipped my hand in there and they'd run up my arm I'd've bellowed the place down. :chuckle:
 
escargot said:
:omg:

Someone once asked me to feed the garden birds with a handful of seeds from the large open tub on a table in their shed.

I peered into the gloomy shed, spotted the tin and reached over, noticing that I couldn't see any seeds, just something dark, moving about...
Stopped just in time to see a volcano of mice pour from the tub. :omg: They covered the table and, I noticed, every other surface.

Managed not to girly-squeal but if I'd dipped my hand in there and they'd run up my arm I'd've bellowed the place down. :chuckle:
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I'm not scared of mice, but when you don't know what they are...

One morning I went to fetch the milk in off the step and, when I picked up the milk bottles, something ran up my trouser leg. I dropped the milk, screamed, and took my trousers off on the step in full view of the world.

It was a mouse, presumably that the cat had cornered behind the milk. Once I knew it was a mouse (as it ran away, amid my trouser-detritus) I stopped panicking, but it might have been a spider. Or something bitey.
 
catseye said:
I'm not scared of mice, but when you don't know what they are...

One morning I went to fetch the milk in off the step and, when I picked up the milk bottles, something ran up my trouser leg. I dropped the milk, screamed, and took my trousers off on the step in full view of the world.

It was a mouse, presumably that the cat had cornered behind the milk. Once I knew it was a mouse (as it ran away, amid my trouser-detritus) I stopped panicking, but it might have been a spider. Or something bitey.
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Quoting myself 'ere -
A mouse was in the kitchen trying to dodge the various cats. I suggested the ex open the back door to let it out.

He wasn't quick enough so the mouse repeatedly leapt at it, landing on Ex's shins instead.

He was dancing about and squealing. Again, I was of no help whatsoever until I could stop laughing enough to open the door myself and let out the mouse and cats. The mouse defeated us all and escaped.
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