Heck no, them sob's wuz in my hooch all the damn time. Woke up one morning and one was sitting on my leg; another one went scurrying along the floor headed for the door one afternoon and I took a swipe at it with my machete (traded a T-Aggie baseball cap to a 'Yard for it!) and snipped off a coupla inches of its tail! There're the real reason I always wanted to get my hands on a flamethrower!!

Pickett