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I’m afraid to go swimming again

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I used to like swimming. I really, truly did.

There was just something about being in the water- it felt natural. You see, down in the most rural parts of the Delta, by the Mississippi River, the water was a part of us, of our culture. Half of our lives were spent in the water one way or the other. Ponds, lakes, rivers, it didn’t matter- we swam in them without an ounce of fear, for we knew them well. Perhaps that’s our fault for being cocky. We didn’t know better back then.

It all began with a campfire, and a dare.

It wasn’t strange for my friends and I go camping- it was something we had grown up doing, a bonding activity for all of us. It wasn’t even our first time camping by the Mississippi River. It was, however, the first time we had gone camping since we all had turned twenty one. And, as one expects, we had all gotten absolutely plastered. By the time the dare happened, the fire had died down to the last smoldering embers, the chill in the air seeping back into the campsite, the raucous roars of laughter from before melting into quiet, murmured conversations. I thought that we would have turned in for the night at that point- most of us had trouble standing on our own at that point, much less walking. Bottles littered the campsite, both empty and half full. Despite my thoughts, however, the party continued on, the conversation ebbing into a relatively tame of Truth or Dare. I participated in a few rounds, and things were relatively okay for a little while. But I saw a spark of drunken glee in one of my friend’s eyes as he leaned forward during my turn, finger pointing directly at me. “I dare you to swim to the island.”

The island was one of those unnamed tiny strips of land emerging from the river, barely big enough to hold a few trees and not too terribly far away from the shore. Normally, we’d swim back and forth for fun- an excellent challenge against the strong river current. This time, however, was different. For one, we had never gone swimming that far at night. We weren’t complete idiots. Secondly, we had never swam that far drunk. But, being the drunken idiot I was, couldn’t take a challenge like that lying down. “Fine,�� I declared, climbing to my feet unsteadily. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” One of my friends, Jonas, stood with me. He was our designated driver, so to speak. We wanted at least one of us to be sober if there was an accident- not that there ever was, of course. I could tell he was worried as he followed me out of the campsite and down to the riverside. He knew that the whole thing was a bad idea, and tried telling me so. I wish I had listened to him.

I stripped off my shoes, and stepped into the water. Immediately I shivered. It’s cold even during the day, but it felt like the temperature had dropped even further as nighttime fell. Still, I wouldn’t let it dissuade me from my self-imposed task. I waded further into the water, Jonas following close behind me. Soon we got to the point where the water deepened enough where we couldn’t touch the bottom anymore, and began to swim in earnest. The water was cold enough that I began to sober up and question the wisdom of what we were doing. But, I was stubborn and I refused to back down once I had already started. The current fought with all its strength to pull us downstream, but we fought against it’s pull. With just the two of us, I was actually beginning to have fun, dare almost forgotten. I turned my head to shoot Jonas a grin, and he returned it, splashing at me. A peal of laughter escaped me as I dodged the water he had flicked at me. At this point, we were nearly halfway across the river.

I still remember what came next so vividly, as if it just happened.

One second he was there, the next he wasn’t. All I caught was a split second of terror creeping into his expression and then.... he was gone. I could feel something moving, fighting, struggling in the water beneath me, distinct from the current around me. I can never forgive myself for what I did next. Terrified, I swam towards the island, leaving Jonas behind to whatever had him. I was nearly to the shore before my mind caught up to me. My eyes flickered towards the shore, but I knew, deep down, that I couldn’t abandon my friend. Not like this. I turned back around and I dove under, intending to free Jonas from whatever had him.

I was too late. Far, far too late to be of any help.

It was devouring him.

The.... that thing had him in its grasp. I don’t know what the hell it was, even after all this time. It looked human, but I know it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Not when it looked like that. It was pale, almost completely white. It had claws of what looked to be silver, but whatever the hell they were, they were razor sharp. They, and it’s teeth, cut through flesh like butter. Nothing normal could do something like that, could look like that. It’s head was buried in Jonas’ throat, five scythe-like claws clutching at the body, tearing the flesh to ribbons in their grasp. His gut had already been eviscerated, five lines going down his abdomen allowing various viscera to drift through the water as it ate what remained of my friend. I must have disturbed its meal, as the Thing raised its head from the tattered remains of Jonas’ throat to stare at me, the milky white eyes locking onto mine.

It felt like hours we were suspended there, gazes locked. In reality, it was probably less than ten seconds. Maybe even less than five.

During those crucial few seconds, I came to a few crucial realizations.

One. The Thing wasn’t some dumb creature. It could think. Those cruel eyes had intelligence behind them.

Two. I was about to die.

Three. I didn’t want to die.

I could have almost hysterically laughed at the stray thought that crossed my mind- this must be how rabbits feel when they see hawks swooping towards them, claws outstretched. It was that thought that stirred me to action. I bolted, swimming as hard and as fast as I could towards the island.

It wasn’t enough. In the split second it took for me to turn around and swim for my life, I had seen it drop the corpse of my friend and lunge after me. I swam for my life, knowing that anything less than my All would mean the death of me. And yet, it wasn’t enough. I had reached the shallows, enough for my toes to reach the muck, the smallest sliver of hope rising in me before it was torn away by the burning presence of agony as I felt five sharp claws tear through my calf, rending the flesh beneath them as if it was paper. I gritted my teeth and pulled myself forward, refusing to let that Thing win. And to my surprise, I won the game of tug of war. The claws slid through my flesh one final time, and I was free to clamber onto the blessed safety of land. I scrambled as far away from the water as was possible on the little island, barely more than a sandbar. It was safety, I came to realize in time, but I was hardly saved. None of us had brought a boat with us- we didn’t think we needed one. And, with the Thing out there, swimming back was hardly an option.

And there lied the problem- I couldn’t cross the river on my own. Not unless I wanted to end up like Jonas. Likewise, I couldn’t let my friends swim out to me lest they suffer the same fate. I sat on the shore and watched the water. I could feel the Thing staring back. And together, the both of us sat there and watched as the sun began to rise. As dawn rose, so did my determination. I wasn’t going to die here, and I certainly wasn’t going to let my friends die either. And so my course was set- a frantic race across the stretch of river.

I took a deep breath, hesitating to make what was potentially my final plunge. I closed my eyes, and the last time I had seen Jonas alive flashed through my mind. I breathe out. “For Jonas,” I say quietly as I watch the first rays on dawn begin to shine on the water. And for the others, I add silently. And then I’m running into the water.

Almost instantaneously, as I begin to swim against the strong current, I can feel the gaze of the Thing on me. I don’t dare look away from what’s in front of me- I don’t want to know how close it is. I didn’t want to know if I was going to die. I just kept swimming. I couldn’t help but to imagine the Thing lurking beneath me, ready to strike, every time I closed my eyes.

Beyond all the hope I could muster , I managed to make it across the majority of the river. I was still wary, but I was beginning to hope that the creature had really left after all. I was still fifteen feet or so away from the bank of the river when the Thing struck. I was pulled under the water at once, a shriek being muffled by the water engulfing my head. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see. All I could see was frothy foam as the Thing began to try to eat me alive. I felt it’s claws sink into my gut as I felt it’s teeth sink into my shoulder. I couldn’t breath, being thrashed as I was. For thefew brief moments my head was above water, I had few chances to take a breath. Rather, I screamed. Screamed in pain, screamed for help. I’m not really sure of which one. It doesn’t matter at this point, regardless. Fruitlessly, I scratched and clawed at the creature in a desperate, almost instinctual attempt to preserve my own life. It didn’t work. I felt the bone shatter in my arm, by the joint. I felt the distinct feeling of being chewed on, razor sharp teeth tearing through my flesh as if it were paper. I shrieked again in pain and horror. I’m dying, I thought, and I was beyond terrified at the idea.

I escaped by sheer luck. An accident. I tried hitting the Thing with my good arm, and missed. I tried it again, and missed. But on the upswing, my fist collided with the Thing’s face. Out of sheer luck, I managed to jam my finger into its eye. I can still remember how it felt as the organ ruptured around my finger, the vitreous humor gushing around my finger. I can still remember how the Thing shrieked, recoiling. I remember being hazily startled at the fact that it could make noise at all. And then, a realization. I took the opportunity to flee while it still writhed in agony. I crawled onto the shore and collapsed, making sure to pull myself as far away from the water as possible. I was out of it at that point- I remember very little. But the things I do remember have stuck with me ever since.

The last I ever saw of the creature was the one-eyed death glare it gave me, viscera dripping down its face from its ruined eye, and staring me down until it sank back into the water. I don’t know why it left. Maybe it gave up. Maybe it decided I was too much trouble to eat. Or maybe it was the noise of my friends crashing through the undergrowth. They had heard my shriek and came running. From there, it gets a little fuzzy.

From what they told me afterwards, they had fallen asleep not long after Jonas and I left. They had assumed that we’d be back soon. When daylight broke and we still hadn’t returned, they had gotten worried. It was my shrieking that alerted them to where I was. They said they called the cops, and I was taken to the hospital for my injuries. My arm was beyond salvaging- they had to amputate to save what little was left. I wasn’t too upset, if I’m being honest. If it meant my arm or my life, I’d rather have my life every time. I was fortunate with my other injuries. While they left nasty scars, they healed. All in all, I made a mostly full recovery after a couple weeks in the hospital.

It’s been a few years now.

My friends have asked me what happened. They don’t believe me. They tell me that I was in shock over what happened to Jonas, and must have mistaken whatever it was. They said it was probably a bull shark or an alligator. Of course, it’s hard to tell what could be the ‘real’ culprit without Jona’s body. But I know what I saw. And I know it hasn’t forgotten me yet.

I gave up swimming. I moved into the city. But... I still don’t dare swim in a pool. I don’t go near ponds, or lakes or rivers. Maybe I’m being paranoid. Or just maybe, it’s just biding it’s time by the shoreline to settle the score.

[zedamalgam]

Can I send you all those ask meme things for sweet Oberos?

Oh DARLING /;A: it’s been 37 days since you sent this, I’m sorry I didn’t see it-!! But YEAH, OF COURSE! /;3;❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile:It’s probably cheesy to say ‘anything at all that has to do with Caeli,’ but THIS IS A FACT SO. /;💛- A memory that makes them feel angryJadrek hurting Caeli /;💚- A memory that makes them feel guiltyHmm… I feel like Obie has a case of low-key and constant guilt about a LOT of things, so it’s tough to pick out one stand-alone. But I’d say that leaving Nyxzel to go into Imperial Fleet training was his first experience of real, deep guilt. He regrets that he didn’t better communicate his reasons and wishes to Nyxzel, and losing his horn to Nyxzel’s rage and sense of betrayal didn’t ease his feelings of guilt, or dissuade him from feeling badly for the seadweller. Obie ALSO feels guilty when he recalls that, before she became his friend and Caeli’s matesprit, he considered Estacia to be ‘just another lowblood.’ He never hated her, and he was definitely involved in the rescue mission to bring her back from the caves when she was in her hour of need, but he wasn’t yet emotionally invested in her thanks to her status as a comparatively short-lived ‘lowblood’ whose position on the caste put her in ‘usually just what ends up on my dinner plate’ range. Her genuine affection for both Caeli AND him, her kindness in helping to rescue HIM when he was in need, and her playful friendliness really won him over while he was healing at Caeli’s hive. SO, tl;dr he feels guilty for not thinking much more of Estacia until late in the game.💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sadEven though he killed her himself and he doesn’t really have REGRETS about it, Oberos often thinks about his Hawk Mom while he makes his nests and beds down in her feathers. He remembers returning to his cave after his first brief outing after he had freed himself by killing her, and beginning the process of gathering up and stowing away her feathers, cleaning her corpse so that it could be disposed of and yet holding on to so much of her as a keepsake.💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonelyANY memory of the sweeps he spent as a pupa, sitting in the nested portion of his cave and peering out into the world that was just beyond his reach, past where his lusus would let him go. Just watching the sea, waves slowly and steadily rolling in and out as he waited for his lusus to return from hunting every long night. He wasn’t even aware of it at the time, but as a more mature troll who has now experienced friendship and the vibrancy of having a LIFE, he recognizes how absolutely lonely he was back then.💕- A memory about their significant otherTHIS IS A TOUGH ONE, since Oberos’ current status is a little bizarre. :U I guess I could say that a unique memory would be of the first time he recognized that Sirrah sincerely and persistently LIKED him in a romantic and not just sexual sense, when after some time spent as friends and frequent dining partners, Sirrah floated the suggestion that he would still love to date him even if he also very much enjoyed just being his friend. It was another case of ‘I didn’t really pay much attention to you, and then I suddenly realized that you’ve been great this whole time,’ sort of like what happened with Estacia.💞- A memory about their children[shrugs heavily because Oberos didn’t even have pseudo-children at any point :U]💓- A memory about their friendsWhen Obie was laying around his hive, after getting thrashed and blinded and kicked out of the military for attacking Jadrek. He figured that a slow and steady starvation, with background music provided by the steadily rolling waves outside of his hive, was an inevitability. It gave him an opportunity to reflect on his loneliness as a pupa; the fact that he had ended up right back where he started, and now without a lusus to care for his broken remains. SO, when Estacia literally swooped in on Bird Mom and rescued him, and when they brought him to Caeli’s hive where all THREE of them proceeded to take care of him - that really had a strong impact on him. It was A Bad Time in his life, but being rescued when he faced certain death [ESPECIALLY by Estacia], being cared for and nurtured by Bird Mom [despite the fact that he started out afraid of her, just like he had been of his own lusus], and being supported by Caeli [despite having, in his eyes, caused a huge mess while trying and ultimately failing to seek vengeance for wrongs committed against her]? Those are all things that he looks back on frequently, and with warmth and humility.💗- A memory about a good deed they didSaving Estacia is a memory that’s clouded over with negative feelings because MAAN, he should have loved and appreciated her more back then. And the same can be said of attacking Jadrek, because that derailed hugely and ended up causing a lot of heartache and distress for his loved ones. BUT, being there when Caeli had the emotion-sucking incident with her machine? He definitely feels like he did something genuinely good and helpful, even though he believes himself to have performed only a supporting role there.💖- A memory that made them feel specialObie’s a Void baby. He never thinks of himself as the center of anybody’s attention. :U But he’s also a Mage of Void, so he’s at peace with that and not at all bothered that he’s never had a ‘star of the show’ moment.

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Pigeons can be entertaining to enjoy, however their droppings can cause damage to structures and spread diseases to people and other animals. You can prevent this from happening, particularly through deterrents and gentle population control. Before you take any procedures, check your nationwide and regional laws concerning their security status and which manage techniques you may utilize.

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Disclosure: This post might contain affiliate links. This means that at no cost to you, we might earn a small commission for qualifying purchases. Couple of things are more frustrating than strolling down the street just for a pigeon to poop on you from overhead. Even even worse, that poop can cover your cars and truck or home in a nasty, slimy goo.

But worry not, we're here to inform you how to eliminate pigeons and keep these critters far from your house. from top pest control business in your location - how can i get rid of pigeons on my roof. While they've constantly had something of a bad reputation, pigeons have a more honorable location in our history than you might anticipate.

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Pigeons consist of the 310-species Columbidae household. These birds are technically doves, with the rock dove and turtledove being the two most noteworthy species. Exactly what separates a pigeon from a dove is almost completely aesthetic, with researchers usually passing size (doves being smaller sized), while secular and religious circles think about any dove that's not completely white to be a pigeon.

They're likewise easy to domesticate, having actually been the first recognized bird to be made into pets. City-based pigeons have actually become scavengers, quiting their normal diet plan for any scraps they can discover, however normally prefer fruit and seeds. Numerous types have adjusted to consume worms and bugs, with a minimum of one types preferring them.

Nevertheless, something they all share is a habit of building rather lightweight nests out of twigs in which they'll lay one to two eggs at a time. These nests are generally kept in the very same location the types chooses to stroll, with types such as the rock dove choosing high ledges and rooftops when in a city setting due to the lack of trees.

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Some species tend to be confined to little areas, while others have actually expanded alongside humans. The single most common species is the rock dove, which can be found throughout the world in large numbers. Credit: AGMB PhotographyPigeons are very resourceful and remarkably smart. As an outcome, they've learned to manage human growth and adjust to metropolitan settings easily.

Healthy pigeon poop has no smell, however metropolitan pigeons are scavengers and typically victim to illness and birth defects. Their poop can get extremely runny and consist of high level of acidity, wreaking havok on your tidy automobile, windows, walls, and sidewalks. The level of acidity can even degrade stone, concrete, and other products over time.

They'll gather wherever food is readily available, making it more hard to attract songbirds. They can be loud, unpleasant, and pursue that pie you just sat out to cool. To put it simply, pigeons, like loved ones, are frequently best enjoyed at a range. Getting rid of pigeons is a lot simpler than it may initially seem, although it can take a little time to get rid of bigger invasions.

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A pigeon trap works the same method as other humane animal traps. Simply set it up, add some appealing food (fruits, vegetables, and split corn are some tasty choices) for bait, and after that wait. Numerous of these traps, such as the Tomahawk Pigeon Trap, have entrances on opposite sides, allowing you to capture a pigeon per door prior to needing to empty the trap.

Another popular trap is a trigger type trap which catches them in a web. It's a little more difficult to set up but you can get the very same results at a fraction of the expense. from top insect control companies in your area. You can utilize a slinky or insulation wire on the railing to help keep pigeons from setting down there.

You can then use duct tape to attach it to the railing at 2/3 inch periods. While an easy method, pigeons discover it quite unpleasant to arrive at. Make sure there's no attractive food source present, and you'll quickly be able to keep pigeons off the terrace. It's actually simple to keep a pigeon from roosting on your roof.

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These spikes aren't sharp, but they make it tough for the pigeon to land. You might hear individuals suggesting easy ways to kill pigeons, but these approaches are not just terrible in intent, they can in some cases affect other types you might not wish to eliminate. Here are 3 of the most popular recommendations for killing pigeons and why you should not utilize them: Despite their old motto, Alka Seltzer will not rescue you from pigeons.

In reality, however, they can merely throw up the foamy mess using the very same techniques they use for feeding their young. Toxin is a huge no-no. Even if you're attempting to feed the target pigeon by hand, it's a simple matter for a sparrow or other bird to swoop in and nab the poisoned food.

This is an incredibly popular old better halves' tale. Rice will not kill a bird and is actually part of lots of species' diets. Regardless of what popular takes claim, raw rice takes a very long time to take in liquids. By the time it could possibly end up being a hazard to the bird, they'll have either digested or passed the grains.

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Simply eliminating pigeons isn't enough, as they have a practice of returning no matter the number of times you kick them out. Utilizing visual deterrents and chemical or natural repellents will help keep these pesky critters from turning your home into an event area. It can likewise help to make your residential or commercial property as uninviting as possible by eliminating those things which can draw in pigeons in the first place.

Try positioning a ceramic owl or fake snake in places they're susceptible to congregate. Just like other bugs, it's a great concept to move these decoys around periodically so the birds do not think they're just decoration. A kite with a hawk shape can also be utilized to terrify pigeons away, as they resemble a predator in flight.

More options can likewise work against other animals, such as setting up a motion-sensitive water sprinkler. These are great because it means it waters your lawn or garden at the very same time it frightens insects. Sonic deterrents do a terrific task, however can aggravate any four-legged member of the family, so they're not for everyone.

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These products are either concentrated urine or chemical duplications of urine. Pigeons and other bugs will smell and think a hunter is on the loose. However, these products do not constantly work and can wash out when it rains. A with a fantastic performance history can be quite simple to make and works well against a range of other pests.

Shake well and location in direct sunshine to ferment for 5 days. Lastly, include 1/4 cup of vinegar to the mix and shake again, then spray your plants or surfaces with it (DIY pigeon deterrent). The capsicum will irritate a pigeon's (or other animal's) feet and dissuade them from returning to that spot.