Yeah, I had one commit suicide once on a rural highway. He came scooting out in front of my car, I swerved to miss him, and he jumped straight into the front bumper. I think he must've been having a bad life - "Goodbye cruel world! I'm outta here!" ;] When I was a kid, in the poor areas of some rural Texas towns they ate them. And made baskets of the shells to sell to touristas, Welcome. You could get $5 apeice for them - decent money for an 11 year old with a .22 rifle and time on his hands.

"I am a good person now and it feels... well, pretty much the same as I felt before (except that the headaches have gone away now that I'm not wearing control top pantyhose on my head anymore)"

• Monkeysmell