August 23, 2005
cats and electricity
I don't know about connecting them in series or just using one, but I DO know that cats sometimes climb electric poles with very poor results for the cat. Volts don't kill you--- amps do. And there is a BIG difference between AC and DC current. AC will blow you up and knock you off the pole. DC will grab and hold you.
If you want to conduct an experiment, just grab hold of a live spark plug on an automobile or lawn mower engine with your bare, sweaty hand. THAT will pop you hard enough to make the fillings in your teeth glow in the dark for at least one day.
I was surprised by some comments on this post. Anybody who says that a squirrel never knocked out their power is full of shit.
Those tree rats LIKE to crawl into transformer boxes in the winter, because it's warm in there. Then, they start gnawing on wires. All they have to do is make a ground and the transformer goes out with a big BOOM and a shower of sparks.
I know a lot of high-voltage repairmen I met during my days at the chemical plant. A LOT of them carried a long, telescoping rod designed to pull a toasted squirrel (or a racoon) out of a transformer and reset the "stinger" after one of those animals crawled in there and shut off power for a few city blocks by cooking itself.
Happens all the time.
I was working in Dallas/Ft Worth area around Grapvine Mills Mall. They where building some apartment complexes close to the mall. Two guys for TXU where up in there bucket truck when one of them fucked up and shorted a transformer. That sumbitch EXPLODED. Unfortunetly for them the bucket they where in was not an open sided bucket. It filled with the oil from inside that transformer and pretty much boiled them to death. That was one fucked up mess.
Sorry about those unlucky old boys, horrible way to go.
I live in Dallas area also, and see tree rats (squirrels) bbq'd lots of times. There is a high line running through my neighbor's pasture real close to the fence; the power & light guys must have figger'd out a way to keep the little critters out of the box somehow, haven't heard a BOOM lately.
Anyway, you know what a squirrel really is? A RAT with good pr (a nice thick tail).
The factory where I used to work lost power three times in one week because tree rats got into the transformer. Happens all the time.
yeah, they call 'em a hot stick. We use 'em here to switch overhead power boxes on and off.
We lost power because a PHESEANT once perched on a transformer.
What with lightening and electric lines being discussed, this is gonna make me sound like a complete wuss, but...
Ya know what I hate most of all?
Goddamn electric fences.
The 'tard who owns this farm has stupid-assed electric fences to keep cows in.
Since electric fences mean absolutely NOTHING to a cow, in terms of say... avoiding them and not just walking through them, Mr. Osteo-Cranium Dairy Farmer has them set as high as they go, which, the last time I got hit by the fuckin' thing, felt like "stun an elephant".
Talk about making your fillings glow... DAMN.
My Dad ain't too fond of them either.
Not since he was a kid and peed on one!
That was just karma, though.
Before that, he and his buddy thought it was the height of hilarity to hook up the buddy's mom's clothes line, which had a wire in the center of it, to an electric fence.
I come by my insanity honestly... it's innate.
(And, is maintained nicely by infrequent electro-therapy, aka "touching that goddamned fence".)
You can fix his fence for him. Just throw a metal chain over it. (make sure one end touches the ground)
It'll ground his juice and blow out whatever he's using to power it.
Of course I know NOTHING about electricity OR electric fences, so please ignore my ignorant ranting here.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed; but if I knew there was an electric fence around- I'd try not to touch it, , , more than once.
Some people learn by instruction, others by example, but some just gotta pee on the electric fence for themselves.
Okay, foist of all, I wasn't the one who peed on the stupid thing.
That was my goofball Dad.
Whose genes I'm kinda stuck with.
Second... it's not like I'm goin' out there and grabbing the stupid thing, as if I'm hoping to get a different result this time, or somethin'. (Though, that is the very definition of insanity, which I also got from my Dad, remember, oh and thanks Dad...)
See, not only does the nitwit who owns the farm have the fence for the cows (again, whom could not possibly be less impressed with it), he also has it just inside the gate that I hafta go through to get to the pasture where my horses are.
It's strung across, inside the gate, to keep the goat (yes, a wee lil' GOAT) from laying into and scratching himself on the boxwire portion of the fence or frickin' around with the gate and escaping.
Fence is set for cows, or on "maim", if you will, yet the only creatures it gets are the goat and ME.
Stupid fence got me twice.
First time was Shorty's fault.
Shorty was a horse who was here for a while (not one of mine) and thee stupidest animal ever to disgrace four hooves. (I rarely outright hate an animal, but this one... ooooh, man.)
Anyway, the idiot horse didn't listen when I said to stand, moved forward, touched the fence with his face and got me because I had hold of his halter. Not only did he get me shocked, he also jumped straight up into the air himself and, naturally, landed on my foot.
Double damn and OW.
He's gone now, thank all that is Good and Holy.
Second time... I dunno, man. I went in, stepped over it, did what I had to do, stepped back over it, drug the (aluminum) gate closed and when I reached through to get the old leadline we use to tie it shut, I got zapped. I don't know how though... except that I didn't inplug the (say it with me) STUPID THING. It's about a foot away from the gate, but it had to be touching something somewhere... I think. (Bitch hit me so hard, I still can't think straight and it was 11 or 12 days ago it happened...)
Now, however, I think I may just have a stumbling-type of accident and just happen to throw a chain across the- yes- stupid damned thing.
Odd thing... usedta be when I'd hit a fence like that, I'd either feel it in my elbow, or like a kick in my tailbone.
Nowdays, or with this fence, it's different.
It makes me make a gutteral sound, much like giving instaneous birth to a Buick and I stand, for a second, a lot like Travis Walton did when he got zapped by that beam in "Fire in the Sky".
Gawd, I hate that. (Though, I must admit... I'm laughin' my ass off now... a few days after the fact.)
Also, add to that a horse stompin' your foot at the same time. Fun, no?
And, Kurt, Darlin', I, too, am aware of the fact that I ain't the brightest crayon in the box either, but believe me, I DO try not to touch Old Sparky.
I'm just a little ditzy (*shaddap), not retarded (*shaddap again)... yet.
Coupla more zaps from that fence and that could change, though...
Now, where did I put that tow-chain I found out in the field? Hmmmm....
And, thank you, Sweet Southern Gentleman, for (not) giving me such a great idea.
(* Not directed at you, Kurt. It's just that I could hear the giggles, snorts and "You sure 'bout that?"'s upon completion of the typing of that particular sentence.)