Thanks for that cheery thought.However, this thing grows also in Oregon. Sounds like it can tolerate cooler climates...
Thanks for that cheery thought.However, this thing grows also in Oregon. Sounds like it can tolerate cooler climates...
Didn’t realize they were native, but since they are there... can they survive the winters?Excuse my ignorance but does a python have to swim in the ocean to get from Florida to TW's backyard in Virginia?
That's the whole thing NT17, as things warm up the python range could extend north. I sure hope it doesn't. I read something the other day, can't remember where, saying that tropical diseases are occurring much more frequently in the US from vectors in the US.Didn’t realize they were native, but since they are there... can they survive the winters?
Well, Madison County didn't have armadillos until recently. Or alligators...That's the whole thing NT17, as things warm up the python range could extend north. I sure hope it doesn't. I read something the other day, can't remember where, saying that tropical diseases are occurring much more frequently in the US from vectors in the US.
I was doing some in the field Army training at Ft. Benning, Georgia in 1985. We were defending a trenchline (nice trench, with boards revetments, firing positions, zig-zag communications trenches, etc.) Around midnight, I was sitting on the edge of the trench with my legs dangling inside the trench and I heard something rustling inside the trench. I turned on my flashlight and an armadillo was staring back at me, giving me the "Yes? What do you want?" look.Well, Madison County didn't have armadillos until recently. Or alligators...
LOL! I used to kill them when they'd become pests. However, I found out they eat a ton of ticks each year, so I tolerate them now, along with possums, for the same reason. Also, both are very hard to kill. The brains are tiny...I was doing some in the field Army training at Ft. Benning, Georgia in 1985. We were defending a trenchline (nice trench, with boards revetments, firing positions, zig-zag communications trenches, etc.) Around midnight, I was sitting on the edge of the trench with my legs dangling inside the trench and I heard something rustling inside the trench. I turned on my flashlight and an armadillo was staring back at me, giving me the "Yes? What do you want?" look.
In Texas, I had heard that armadillos were born dead on the side of the road, but I guess that is not true.