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To: Blue On Black who wrote (7389)	8/3/1999 8:09:00 PM
From: Druss	Respond to of 12754

Lee I remember using one in the Black Hills in South Dakota. We used to stay in a cabin in the hills that had one, all connected on a party line. My great aunt in Oklahoma had one too. I never knew you could hook up living things to them with such great results. We were always bound to the power supply of the house. Difficult to nail anyone under such conditions, for one thing it was hard to get anyone near my house unless they were at a maximum state of alertness and the wires were always too noticable. Those were kinder, gentler days though. In my Boy Scout days when we would raid another troop camped in our area they only wanted to get even [or even worse as the case may be]. We would camp on a giant scout reservation and as many as ten troops might be camped around there. So we would raid a troop on the other side of a troop near us. Best time is during the camp fire sing alongs that are part of the torments designed to toughen a scout to face the worst that life has to offer. So while they warbled 'Kumbaya' we would visit their tents. [Kumbaya is kind of the scouting version of the song 'Feelings' and about as tolerable.] 'Kumbaya' I understand means 'come by here' so we felt they were asking for it. We would dump a load of the half inch red ants that grew in Texas in their sleeping bags. If you fold the very base of the bag the ants will stay nicely trapped until a scout comes along to share it. A refinement of this technique was to hide nearby and wait for screams, then dash down and cut their tent ropes so the tent would collapse on them. It always took a while to sort out that the reason for the shrieks was not the tent collapsing but because the scouts were in the process of receiving welts the size of grapes. Still the scouts in the spirit of the day only wanted to do something for revenge. They didn't have the poor attitude so prevelant today. It was really sad in my later years to see how much people have changed. It is a grim commentary on our society that someone can become homicidal simply because they have had a spark plug wire run to the zipper of their sleeping bag. Druss