Estate Find XXVI

Kind of a repeat on this one, but I still wanted to feature it to show what a full-grown adult looks like (the one on the right, I mean.) It’s been hotter than hell here the past couple of weeks, making even being outside uncomfortable and actually a bit risky, thus I had fewer opportunities to snag something of interest. So we have this little girl (I think, anyway):

author holding large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula, by The Girlfriend
That’s an adult eastern kingsnake (Lampropeltis getula,) of which we’ve seen a quite small juvenile before. The Girlfriend was the one that spotted it, though she’s not fond of snakes at all and gave the barest description as she maintained a safe distance, at least until it was in hand, and then agreed to get the photos – she’s fine with a close approach as long as I’m in control of the snake. This one was quite impressive, likely 1.5 meters or so in length, and behaved herself remarkably well; The Girlfriend told me that the snake’s tail was vibrating in typical warning fashion as I picked her up, but I was barely restraining her, only keeping her supported as she tried moving along, so the warning signal ceased after only a few seconds, and she never made the slightest attempt to bite.

author holding large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula as the tail grips his elbow, by The Girlfriend
I’m saying “she” because the snake displayed a trait that often denotes female: the sudden tapering of the body girth at the tail after it passes the vent/cloaca, vaguely visible here at the point of my elbow. The males usually display a uniform taper all the way along, though these traits aren’t dependable ways to sex a snake; that requires a specific reptile probe, which should be of an appropriate size for the specimen so an entire set is recommended, and I don’t handle enough snakes nor have the need to accurately determine sex, so I’ve never bothered. The Girlfriend wanted to show how the snake’s tail was gripping my elbow for leverage, and this image shows the back coloration (in contrast to the belly in the previous pic,) so it works for me. But then I took the camera from her for some detailed portraits.

large specimen of eastern kingsnake Lampropeltis getula in author's hand
They really are gorgeous snakes and I’m always pleased to see them, but more so when they’re this size. I held her long enough to get adequate photos, and then released her back where she’d been found. She made another appearance a few days later, slinking alongside the house near the kitchen window, so she’s apparently staying in the area. We’ll see if any newborns turn up in a few weeks (or if I stumble across the eggs someplace.)

Errors of omission

Recently, I came across a link to an article on Aeon, which may be titled either “Incredible testimonies” or “The short, dramatic history of alien abductions in the US,” depending on whether you go with the title in the opening graphic or in the meta tag for the page that shows in the browser tab. Written by Greg Eghigian, a professor of history and bioethics at Pennsylvania State University, and edited by Sam Haselby, it seemed (based on the second title, anyway) to be right up my alley, as I’ve had a sideline interest in UFOs/UAPs for some time now, though definitely from a skeptical standpoint, and am quite familiar with much of the field. So I dug into the article with interest.

The first thing that I’ll say is, there was a marked difference between what I was familiar with and what the article divulged; often, this will be a good thing, because it means that I’m learning something that I never knew before, or a different perspective, or something along those lines. Not so in this case, however, because the article had a distinct bias, but much worse, managed to avoid or gloss over some really crucial details, ones that, had the author done any decent research whatsoever, I cannot believe he was not acutely aware of. As always, I will encourage you to read the article in its entirety, both to be familiar with what I’m going to review here and to avoid any accusations that I’m quote-mining or taking things out of context, though I will be directly quoting several sections below.

The article opens with:

In 1992, Sheila (a pseudonym) sought the help of a prominent psychiatrist. Since the death of her mother in 1984, she had regularly found herself angry, sad and irritable. She was also experiencing terrifying nightmares: she would be unable to move, her body felt like it was vibrating, and she had dreams that someone or something was controlling her body. In one dream in particular, Sheila’s house filled with a high-pitched noise and flashing lights. Then, she saw several short, thin-limbed beings covered in silver walking down the hallway toward her bedroom.

Now, anyone even passingly familiar with abduction stories, possession stories, or psychology will immediately see the distinctive traits of sleep paralysis, which took quite some time to be identified but is now well understood to be a crossover state between differing stages of sleep that some people are quite prone to. It is, in essence, a mere nightmare, but distinct in the feelings of paralysis or restraint while under the threat of someone or something in the room, while the sufferer is usually convinced that it is not a dream (because of this crossover trait.) It’s quite well documented (and feel free to do your own search) – just, never mentioned at all in the article.

Instead, we find that ‘Sheila’ eventually contacts John Mack, a “Pulitzer Prize-winning psychiatrist and professor at Harvard Medical School.” This little offhand comment about the Pulitzer was a small red flag, one I was willing to let slide initially even though the name was quite familiar, since John Mack is notoriously known in skeptical circles, as well as professional ones. A Pulitzer is, naturally, a journalistic prize and has nothing to do with psychiatry or medicine or anything related to his academic standing; it was received for Mack’s biography of T.E. Lawrence and so has no bearing whatsoever in this article.

Onward:

Mack used hypnotic regression – a technique designed to recover lost memories – to help Sheila find out more about her past. The method seemed to work, and it confirmed what had been suspected: she was having alien encounters.

I considered this foreshadowing as the author built the case, and I expected the article to delve a little deeper into this technique, because it has quite a history, but instead it quickly turned elsewhere. It relates how stories of UFO/UAP encounters surged in the eighties and nineties, and touches on how popular it was in books, TV shows and even movies – though never making any recognition of which might have caused which. But then:

Why did this extraordinary phenomenon that challenges commonsense certainties about the real world suddenly disappear from the list of popular concerns? The answer lies in who ultimately got to decide what was and what wasn’t true about alien abduction, and how they managed to not so much solve its riddle as reconcile themselves with the phenomenon.

That’s some seriously slanted prose there, for anyone that actually knows the subject. We’re going to come back around to this, but right now, we continue right where we left off above:

Debate over the authenticity of paranormal phenomena is hardly new. Historically, authorities of various kinds have been called upon to decide on episodes and cases. In much of 16th- and 17th-century Europe and the New World, for instance, the Inquisition often determined whether the sickness or death of livestock or a person had a supernatural cause, and whether someone accused was in fact a witch or not. In the 18th century, the Habsburg empress Maria Theresa turned to physicians to evaluate if reports of vampires in the empire had natural explanations. In 1784, France’s King Louis XVI appointed two expert commissions that included astronomers, chemists and doctors to conduct experiments to establish if the phenomenon of mesmerism was due to a mysterious, invisible fluid or simply the product of the fevered imaginations of the easily influenced. And in 19th- and early 20th-century Britain and the US, a mix of researchers with backgrounds in psychology, philosophy, physics, philology, anthropology and stage magic investigated some of the age’s most prominent occult claims: mediumship, apparitions, haunted houses, clairvoyance, telepathy.

Okay, good. We’re starting to establish the idea that self-proclaimed experts in things like witchcraft and ghosts might not only have no real evidence to back themselves up, they might also have a vested interest in promoting the ideas in the first place, while scientific investigations are a much less biased and more evidence-based method to evaluate claims. Let’s see how this progresses:

In all these instances, figures in positions of authority either moved to or were drawn into establishing some consensus truth about supernatural claims. Often, in the Western world at least, these authority figures came from the Church, the state or academia. In some cases, such as vampirism and mesmerism, officials recruited outside specialists to look into matters; in other cases, such as ghosts, researchers took it upon themselves to weigh in. As such, what defined ‘expertise’ in the extramundane and uncanny was not always obvious, opening up a veritable grey market for self-proclaimed specialists.

That’s a remarkably vague paragraph that can be taken any way you like, though from experience, the inclusion of the word “truth’ isn’t a good sign. Serious researchers don’t look for “truth” or bother with such an ill-defined and emotional concept; they seek the weight of the evidence, and probability. I considered this paragraph to still perhaps be setting up why the scientific method was useful, but the wording wasn’t leading in that direction.

Then the article turns towards another application of the recovery of ‘repressed memories’ through hypnotherapy, though in this case Mack was not involved:

Beginning in 1983, law enforcement and parents accused supervisors and teachers at the McMartin Preschool in California of sexually abusing children in their care. In interviews with social workers and police, witnesses reported the abuse was organised as part of violent satanic rituals. Over the next decade, reports of so-called satanic ritual abuse emerged across the US as well as Canada, the UK, Australia, the Netherlands and Germany. In the McMartin and several other cases, some of the accused were criminally charged and put on trial. By the mid-1990s, however, courts threw out the charges in some of the most high-profile cases.

Okay, good, we’re building the story here, if perhaps just a little weakly. There was a huge surge, though notably only among a handful of mental-health professionals, in the idea of recovering repressed memories, and this led to some high-profile court cases as well as a shitload of media attention.

Within a few years of the first allegations, journalists and social scientists began publishing critical assessments of the evidence, questioning the reliability of child witness testimony. They also drew critical attention to officials’ use of suggestive and aggressive interview techniques that steered answers and encouraged embellishments. Noting how both evangelicals and the tabloid press highlighted the roles of satanism and cult-like rituals in the cases, critics portrayed the wave of accusations as a modern-day ‘witch hunt’. By the mid-1990s, a consensus formed that the whole affair had been the product of a baseless moral panic that had exploited the vulnerabilities of children and parents.

Again, a little weak on the failures of the techniques, as well as completely skipping over some of the backlash. This is also the second time that “consensus” was used, implying that the matter was decided more along the lines of voting than examining the weight of the evidence. And before this paragraph was complete, we have this sentence appended:

It is also true, however, that subsequent research about the prevalence of child sexual abuse has raised questions about whether this conclusion is too facile.

And that, right there, shows that the author either hasn’t understood the subject matter at all, or chooses to interpret it in his own manner.

Let me be specific: the sudden crash of repressed memory techniques came from several distinctive studies and trials which showed that hypnosis makes the subject far too susceptible to leading questions from the therapist, capable of completely creating a narrative in the patient’s mind that had never before existed. Several of the leading memory recovery specialists, John Mack among them, were known to be able to find ‘evidence’ of alien abductions or child abuse or repressed memories of traumatic events because they led their patients down a primrose path towards them in the first place, and their track records of ‘successfully uncovering’ episodes of alien abduction or child abuse were incredibly high, far higher than anyone would reasonably expect – and still without corroborating evidence despite these elevated numbers. In short, they were producing classic examples of “gaslighting” before the term was even widely used. Many other mental health professionals were more than suspicious about the entire idea of repressed memories, because they dealt with people constantly who were traumatized by things they wanted to forget but couldn’t – there was no evidence, save for the results from this handful of ‘specialists,’ that any such thing as memory repression could even exist. Add onto this the well-known concept that children are notoriously difficult to question about events, regardless, because there is too little distinction between fact and fantasy while young, as well as the desire/compulsion to get the ‘right’ answer for adults. And it can be as simple as the difference between the question, “Who was there?” and, “Was there a man there?”

So while we should not, in any manner whatsoever, dismiss accounts of child abuse regardless, this does not in any way exonerate a methodology that has been found corrupt and egregiously misleading, if not producing completely false results. It’s a damn stupid thing to suggest, and bears notes of an underlying desperation to believe despite evidence to the contrary.

Further:

As a problem in social knowledge, the satanic ritual abuse episode posed some of the same challenges in social epistemology arising from reports of alien abduction at the time. Both raised real intellectual and ethical questions about the proper ways to acquire, evaluate and present the testimony of witnesses who may be apprehensive and vulnerable.

Well, no. The questions raised were how to obtain accurate information without introducing any bias whatsoever, and this is where the crossover between psychiatry/psychology and the ‘hard sciences’ such as physics and biology started taking more of a lead, since the hard sciences had methods in place to try and eliminate incorrect results or assumptions, while psychiatry and psychology did not rely on these very much – see the history of Freud’s research and how long it took to realize most of it was utter bullshit. Too much of the evaluations of mental health and mind-based maladies were based on pronouncements by the professionals without any decent methods of demonstrating accuracy, because the fields had never relied on replication, falsification, or eliminating alternate causes.

The heart of the matter is how can we believe the seemingly incredible? In the case of satanic ritual abuse claims, this was ultimately settled – at least to the satisfaction of most observers – by the courts. Criminal justice assumed the role of the appropriate social epistemologist.

Wrong on both counts. Ritual satanism arose in folkloric beliefs, fueled by the rise of televangelists and their ludicrous, wolf-at-the-door postulations, but never had any convincing evidence behind them in the slightest – it was the kind of things that ‘everyone knew’ was happening but somehow no one had ever directly witnessed, and it was effectively quashed by the lack of direct evidence, requested from law enforcement departments nationwide, and an FBI investigation that directly concluded that there was no evidence of any form of satanic rituals nor organized black masses.

[Aside because I’m sure someone will start squawking: Yes, there are/were two churches of satanism active in the US – both of them more tongue-in-cheek than having anything to do with belief in satan as an entity or even distinct concept, and neither ever practiced any form of black masses or sacrifices in the slightest. Neither are even remotely related to any of the claims made.]

The article begins to wander significantly at this point, and suffers from a far-too-common trait of online articles: being wordy and meandering back and forth without getting to the point. I’m fine with building a case, even the suspense in the reader, but the author does not appear to actually know what he’s building to, and constructs his edifice only to slap it aside with a comment or three in a later paragraph.

Caught up in what the literary critic Frederick Crews dubbed ‘the memory wars’ of the 1990s, alien abduction found a place alongside satanic ritual abuse, recovered memories and multiple personalities as something deemed scientifically spurious. Witnesses were not suspected of lying. Rather, the recollections of abductees, it was argued, were false memories encouraged by abduction consultants through leading questions in order to imaginatively relive ‘experiences’. As such, the experiences of abductees could be seen as embellishments after the fact, with vulnerable individuals filling gaps in their memories with details lifted from popular media and abduction advisers.

Sounds good, but it falls short of the more pertinent details, especially in its wording. A couple of high-profile court cases slammed the hell out of the very concepts of recovered memories by demonstrating that they were completely false and nothing even remotely approaching scientific evidence, making the ‘expert testimony’ by the practitioners to be utterly worthless.

A key moment came in June 1994, when Harvard Medical School formed a committee to investigate Mack’s work with abductees. In its final report issued around a year later, the committee fell short of accusing Mack of misconduct, and he retained his status as ‘a member in good standing’ in the faculty. It did, however, criticise him for several shortcomings in his methods, the most serious being his neglecting to distinguish between abductees he was treating as research subjects and those who were his patients.

The wording of this dodges the bulk of the drama regarding John Mack, and feel free to look this up on your own, because his methodology is widely considered flawed and the entire concept of repressed memories is, with only minor exceptions, almost entirely expunged from the mental health fields. While Harvard (his employer) didn’t come down too hard on the concept, the same cannot be said for the greater scientific community, and for someone who felt obligated to mention Mack’s Pulitzer, somehow the author missed Mack’s notoriety in practicing and promoting something now almost entirely discounted as a viable concept.

Now watch this:

As had been the case with satanic ritual abuse, the backlash from behavioural scientists and clinicians had a palpable impact on public opinion. This was also evident at the box office, as filmmakers cooled to the idea of adapting abductee stories for the big screen. The conclusion, then, would seem to be that researchers and practising clinicians stepped in to debunk the phenomenon and succeeded in undermining its credibility.

But, in fact, most behavioural scientists and treatment specialists who took positions on the matter did not categorically repudiate alien abduction. Instead, they tended to see it in clinical terms, as a phenomenon evolving out of therapeutic-like settings and encounters, where the process was not about reconstructing an accurate picture of one’s past but rather about developing personally believable and productive stories about that past. Even the Harvard committee investigating Mack made it clear that members were not in the business of deciding or assuming whether alien abductions were taking place or not.

This is only a variation of the hoary old dodge so cherished by UFOlogists, Bigfoot-chasers, and the religious:You can’t prove this doesn’t exist!” And with that, science gets thrown back out the window in favor of supposed logical challenges, even while the article was paying a little lip-service to how badly these topics had fared when examined empirically. But science, and even those that just understand what logic actually is, doesn’t bother with trying to impossibly prove a negative; the goal is to establish positive evidence. And when the only positive evidence was obtained through a corrupt and discounted method, well, you have nothing now, don’t you?

And so we come to our concluding paragraph:

In a paradoxical way, alien abduction was afforded a certain measure of legitimacy since it avoided legal authority and fell to the psychologists. The experience of abductees was real in that it was real enough to the person who believed it. So the phenomenon was effectively relegated to the status of a devoutly held belief, not unlike a spiritual conviction or idea. Viewed as a deeply felt personal belief, many people saw no problem in at least respecting reports of alien abduction as yet another perspective on reality. In this way, the alien abduction phenomenon was made relatively harmless. Now, at a time when talk of unidentified anomalous phenomena and retrievals of crashed spaceships and ‘non-human biologics’ has made its way into the world of congressional hearings, it remains to be seen whether alien abduction will stay in its place.

Wow, deft little rescue of a concept from the dustbin called ‘Irrationality,’ wasn’t it? Except, not really. We now have a variation of, “Well, what does it hurt what someone believes?”, another argument that skeptics get to hear too often. And seriously, what harm is there in letting someone have their cherished little beliefs, if it’s that important to them?

Which says an awful lot in itself, because why would someone feel compelled to maintain a cherished little belief when it’s patently false? This implies that emotional supplication is more important than reality, which is not a road that you probably want to continue down, especially when it comes to some (a lot of) specific beliefs.

But let’s go back to ‘Sheila,’ the alien abductee recounted in the very beginning of the article:

Moreover, she discovered that she had been having visitations in her home since before the age of six, and that both Sheila’s sister and daughter had also been having strange encounters. It all left her feeling violated, terrified that she was unable to protect her family, and overcome with dread that ‘they’ would return.

Well, we’re not taking about cherished beliefs now, are we? And if this was indeed sleep paralysis, then ‘Sheila’ was subjected to an elaborate campaign to extend her fears, in both breadth and time, far beyond anything remotely necessary, when she could have been diagnosed with a simple disorder that would have alleviated the bulk of her anxiety rather than increasing it; sleep paralysis was a known condition at the time of this, and something that a professor of psychiatry should certainly have been aware of. While we’ll never know for sure at this point, we’re faced with the possibility that she was misled by someone pursuing their pet project.

And this is not an isolated occurrence. The article mentions the claims of satanic rituals and abuse by McMartin Preschool, which was one of those major cases that I mentioned. The amount of suffering and anxiety that this produced, in everyone involved, was completely unnecessary and provoked by a psychiatric technique that had never been established as viable, because why bother with that? At least, that was the attitude at the time – it’s been changing since then. And we can’t ignore Gary Ramona’s case, with lives ruined by relying solely on another professional with literally no evidence outside of a corrupt belief.

A small aside here: questioning of witnesses and victims should be done only by people trained to do so, because it is a specific skill that requires avoiding bias and leading questions, interviewing multiple witnesses separately and before they have any chance to compare their experiences or be influenced by others, and maintaining a complete neutrality in the results. Far too many police departments don’t have any such staff or don’t bother with them (because obtaining a conviction is far more important than determining the ‘truth’); psychiatrists and hypnotherapists do not receive any such training for these purposes. One of John Mack’s case histories involved interviewing numerous schoolchildren all at once regarding the UFO encounter that they claimed to have had, virtually guaranteeing that most of the kids would be influenced by what they heard their classmates saying. Any opportunity to find discrepancies in the accounts, which would cast doubt on the shared experience, was thrown out the window by performing this incredibly inept move.

The article mentions the case of Betty and Barney Hill, easily the most well-known of alien abductions. But again, a bit of research would have revealed quite a bit to examine. Not only did the details of the encounter change with virtually every new hypnosis session, there was little agreement between Betty’s and Barney’s accounts until long after they’d had the chance to discuss it at length with each other. We’re led to believe that repeated sessions eventually homed in on the ‘true’ account, as long as we ignore that hypnotherapy is no longer considered viable, and that there is no point where we could confidently pronounce that we now, finally have the correct version, and that there is no way to corroborate a correct version in any manner whatsoever. That’s a lot of baggage. Then as we go deeper into the fine details of the case, we find that Betty Hill was clearly enthusiastic about UFO reports before the encounter, and that she dwelt on them constantly afterwards and maintained pages of her dreams. We also find that her first hypnotherapist considered that she was only recounting another dream (it’s amazing how often that little fact gets left out of the numerous accounts of this case.) In her later years, while she was the darling of UFO conventions, Betty Hill continued to relate how often she saw and had contact with aliens, to the point where even the die-hard UFO enthusiasts started to become embarrassed by her, since she now appeared to be more than a little delusional.

Which brings us back around to the attitude at the end of this article, the concept that alien abduction stories can be ‘legitimate’ even if they aren’t true, almost directly likening it to religion (a comparison I’ve maintained myself, though not in any complimentary manner.) If we can’t actually establish in any manner that alien abductions have occurred, or that aliens actually exist, then we’re just condoning delusion, is that correct? We’re not talking fantasy, because by definition, fantasy is understood to be strictly imaginary, but those that believe that some celebrity really does love them back have obvious issues, and at times dangerous ones. Shouldn’t we, at the very least, establish that such indulgence in unsubstantiated ideas have some benefit before we rashly pronounce them ‘okay’? Especially when the belief that aliens can abduct and perform medical procedures on anyone, without detection or means of prevention, is a significant fear within our culture anymore, almost entirely based on ‘true encounters’ such as this?

And that’s one of the worst factors about this article. Psychiatrists exist to help people – that’s the specific goal of the field. If we only want indulgence, liquor stores and drug dealers and psychic readers abound.

Physicists meticulously examine their experiments to ensure that the results they achieve are indeed from the cause that they propose, attempting to rule out as many alternate explanations as possible. Biologists narrow down all of the factors that they can think of to determine that their test subject responded specifically to the conditions introduced. Medical research relies on double-blind clinical testing, control groups, and careful examination of case studies before offering even tentative conclusions. But somehow, psychiatrists can introduce an entirely new concept of ‘repressed memories’ without ever once checking to see if they found something factual or corroborated?

It is perhaps unfortunate that Betty Hill may have been encouraged to believe in and build on something fanciful, for the rest of her life, rather than recognizing that it was nothing more than a detailed dream. It’s potentially tragic that the named ‘Sheila’ may not have received the diagnosis that would have helped her far more effectively, and saved her years of anxiety. We cannot be sure of either of these (and many similar cases,) though the evidence weighs far more in these directions rather than the ones actually taken. It’s disturbing that ‘repressed memories’ yet resides in the public consciousness as a distinct idea, without anything of merit behind it. But it’s inexcusably irresponsible that this idea made it all the way into the courts as a form of evidence without any checks or balances whatsoever, causing unimaginable chaos in the lives of everyone involved. Correcting such egregious errors can take a long time once they’ve been established, and we’ve been lucky that the efforts to correct this were as effective as they have been; we can’t say the same for Andrew Wakefield’s selfish and intentionally fraudulent efforts to discount the efficacy of vaccines. So seeing anyone attempting to whitewash the whole concept and find some manner to still support it is reprehensible.

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Late in the writing of this post, I realized that the message within the original article seemed to vacillate more than a little, and then remembered that there was an editor credited too, which is not standard procedure. It occurs to me that it’s possible the article was altered in editing to change the slant or message, to make it more appealing to whatever audience was deemed the target – this happens fairly often. And if this is the case, does the blame for this whitewashing lie with the author, or the editor? Or still with both? Does it matter either way? The article remains ridiculously misleading and less than accurate.

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I had a disturbing number of tabs open during the writing of this, some of them getting linked into the text, but others deserve their own examination to better understand the issues at hand, such as:

Dr Elizabeth Loftus, whose name came up repeatedly while searching on repressed memory, since she was integral to the False Memory Syndrome Foundation study that played a large part in revealing the flaws in the concept. Dr Loftus has also produced countless works and papers regarding suggestibility and the malleable nature of memory.

‘What Psychologists Better Know About Recovered Memories: Research, Lawsuits, and the Pivotal Experiment’, another article on the topic.

‘Repressed Memory’, an article in Harvard magazine suggesting that the concept appears to be a recent cultural phenomenon rather than an affliction that should have left its mark throughout historical accounts.

Sleep paralysis. While judging the validity of anyone’s experience from a distance such as mine is irresponsible, it’s far more irresponsible to fail to take into account that some ‘recovered memory’ could be simply a common (and treatable) sleep disorder.

The Skeptoid episode on Betty and Barney Hill. Just a hint of some of the details that never get mentioned in the more credulous accounts of their experience – or, to be more accurate, their claims of their experience, since there’s barely a fragment of supporting evidence that anything actually happened.

‘The Eyes that Spoke’, an article in Skeptical Inquirer indicating that Barney Hill’s description of the aliens was remarkably similar to an Outer Limits episode that aired only two weeks before his hypnotherapy session.

‘A Study of Fantasy Proneness in the Thirteen Cases of Alleged Encounters in John Mack’s Abduction, another article in Skeptical Inquirer evaluating the ‘abductees’ in Mack’s own book for how many traits of being fantasy-prone that they displayed – you’ll be surprised to find the numbers are quite high.

‘Abductology Implodes’ [pdf file], an article by Robert Sheaffer for, again, Skeptical Inquirer on the abysmal presentation of three alien abduction specialists, John Mack among them, for an Abduction Study Conference at MIT in 1992. It also provides an account of the “gullibility and intellectual dishonesty” of Budd Hopkins, another of the researchers (and another name well known to those who have interest in the field) from Carol Rainey, his ex-wife and former assistant. While the link to her own article within that paper is dead, it can be found at this link [pdf file] instead – see “The Priests of High Strangeness” on page 11.

And overall, I will always recommend The Demon-Haunted World to any and every reader regardless, but especially those who find topics like this compelling.

See if it sticks

I’ve got a couple of topics that I’m planning to tackle, including a lengthy rebuttal post that’s in process but deserves a lot of editing attention, and a whole lot of images in the folder awaiting attention – just, not the time or energy to tackle bigger posts at the moment. So what we have now is a bunch of scattered stuff that I’m throwing at the wall, just to maintain content (especially since the near-future suggests that I may not have a lot of time to do so then.)

The green heron (Butorides virescens) makes semi-regular appearances on the pond out back – no real schedule, and obviously not here all the time, but it certainly hasn’t abandoned us either.

green heron Butorides virescens hunting off of the edge of Duck Island
Here it is hunting from the edge of Duck Island, which is only a couple of trees just a few meters into the water, retaining the soil around them, but it’s amusing seeing how many critters make use of it. Obviously, it got its name because the ducks are on it frequently, but the green heron likes it too, and it serves as a turtle basking spot when the sun is at the right angle, and I even briefly saw a beaver perched on it, though so far that was an isolated occurrence. It’s convenient for us, however, in that it’s the closest point to the house and is easily visible through the back windows, even though the sharp-eyed wood ducks can also see into those same windows and we occasionally have to move slowly, or not at all, to keep from spooking them off.

green heron Butorides virescens stalking forward slowly on submerged branch
To the best that I can determine, we only have one green heron visiting, and honestly, we’re probably lucky to have that. As you can see, the duckweed completely shields the surface of the water most times and prevents any waders from seeing much of their prey. Heavy rains will occasionally wash out a bit of this and expose patches of clear water briefly, but within two days the duckweed has grown to fill in the gaps. Yet, it also reveals paths that swimming animals take across the pond sometimes, and lets us know where the duckling broods go or if the beavers have been around.

mother wood duck Aix sponsa with four visible ducklings on Duck Island near dusk
We have at least three different broods of wood ducks (Aix sponsa) that visit, again, off and on. We’ve already seen the brood of twelve, and this is a batch of five ducklings (which might actually be two batches – not sure about this yet) even though only four are visible in this pic; in the leaves just under mama’s breast is one looking in our direction. I consider myself lucky to get any of these, since the wood ducks (as mentioned numerous times before) are quite spooky and protective, and I’m never within 20 meters of the ducklings. Except on certain occasions.

mother wood duck Aix sponsa and three ducklings on submerged branch at night
This is a lot closer than 20 meters, less than 10 I believe, and is actually full-frame, unlike the image preceding. It was achieved by approaching their nighttime roosting spot with the spotlight of the headlamp, the dazzle of which prevented them from knowing it was me or how close I was. Nonetheless, they soon moved off the submerged branch here and scooted under cover. You can easily tell these ducklings are much larger than the previous, but is this a brood of three, or the second brood of five that underwent some attrition? Ducks have a lot of ducklings because they’re so vulnerable to losses, unable to fly or swim/run too fast, and while this pond is pretty damn safe from predators, they don’t spend all their time here (not to mention considering us likely predators and so unwilling to establish a pattern of visits/vulnerability.) Does the lower pond house largemouth bass or snapping turtles, or allow better access by foxes and raccoons? We don’t know; so far we haven’t been able to see anything except the edges of a large bayou-like area, and I haven’t attempted to get the kayak into there yet.

And a last one for now, from the recent visit to Goose Creek State Park:

possible juvenile pileated woodpecker Dryocopus pileatus perched on very dead tree in Goose Creek State Park
I saw this pileated woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus) cruise past and tracked it visually until it landed, then shifted around for a decent view, even though the sky wasn’t all that cooperative that day. The nice thing about a few of the woodpecker species in this area is that they have distinctive white patches on largely black wings, so even at a glance as they flit past you can determine that they’re woodpeckers. Not that it’s hard for this species, which is as large as a crow and so fairly obvious. The lean body and greyish facial feathers suggest to me that this is a juvenile, this year’s brood – one of these days I’ll locate a nest to watch. It’s a shame about the age/plumage though, since having bright white feathers on the face would have been a beneficial bit of contrast against the sky and dead wood. Maybe next time.

Persistent illusion

Every once in a while, as I’m perusing old posts (because the ego knows no bounds,) I come across this image and, just about every time, I interpret it entirely incorrectly – which is bonkers because not only am I the one who photographed it, I had the subject right in hand and know exactly how it looks. The last two times, I reminded myself I should revisit it as an optical illusion post, and this time, I finally did it.

Here’s the original image, from a post back in 2021:

unidentified fossils from NY
Just an unknown fossil personally collected from central New York (“upstate,” the Finger Lakes region) on one of my trips. But does it go up, or down? In other words, is the fossil raised/domed or impressed/dug out? I too often see it entirely wrong and then have a really hard time trying to see it correctly, and really, I’m not bad at things like this (or at least, so I tell myself) – I can usually see the reverse almost at will, certainly with little effort, but this one can frustrate me for several seconds or more. So I finally decided to so a video of it, since I had the original fossil still on hand.

I tried to match the original photo as closely as possible for the video, especially the light angle, and then managed to play with the fancy options within Kdenlive (my video editing program) to morph between the still image from 2021 and the video shot tonight, trying to match the position and size – I’m pleased with the result (that ego thing again.) And even as the video was closing and I replaced the fossil into its original position, the illusion even played with my eyes again. Maybe you never saw it that way – I’m never sure whether someone else sees what I do, or is as fooled by it.

A quick note though: the original fossil had been broken in two pieces sometime in the interim, likely in the move last year, but it was clean enough that I glued it back together – it cut right across those grooves and even I’m hard-pressed to see where the crack is. If you look closely at the beginning of the video as the still image morphs into the ‘live’ one, you can see a chip missing from the lower right side of the fossil impression – the crack goes straight up from that.

I still have a small box full of fossil rocks that show a lot of promise, and at some point I’ll sit down on video and record the opening of some of them – that way we’ll both see the revelation of these former critters for the first time in 415 million years. The inclusion of the fossils made the shale very unstable and weak, and often it can be split apart with fingernails. My biggest regret, though, is that age thing; it’s way before land animals even existed, so these are all water-dwellers, thus what we might see are molluscs, crustaceans, and plants, the most impressive/recognizable of which may be trilobites (which I have yet to find in larger, decent form.)

But yeah, I can still come across that photo up there again, and be convinced that the light comes from lower left and see only a raised shape, having a hard time correcting this mentally. Maybe this is some sign of impending senility…

Estate Find XXV

Not a stunning one this week, but hopefully, one that will produce a follow-up sometime in the near future. I was digging in some soft mulch alongside the back steps and unearthed this:

egg of likely Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis with author's fingers for scale
Definitely an egg, almost certainly of a Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis) – I’ve seen the eggs of ground skinks before and they’re smaller than this. While I can’t prove that it’s not from a five-lined skink, which make the occasional appearance on the property, we have scads of anoles, so we’re going with that for now.

egg of likely Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis with millimeter scale
I decided I’d try to hatch this one out myself, and created a small terrarium/incubator that I could monitor – all they really need is warmth and moisture, and so it has a bed of mulch, but up against the terrarium glass so I can see what’s happening. I’d hatched out some ground skink eggs, many years ago, but never got any photos of them emerging though I was closely observing one that showed the first crack; naturally, in the few minutes that I took a break, the skink emerged at that time. I’m better equipped to tackle such photos now, so hopefully this will come to fruition.

Meanwhile, we also have this, captured early Thursday morning (well after finding the egg):

obviously pregnant Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis on lamp post
I’ve seen some portly anoles before, but never one that looked this ready to pop at any moment. She was asleep on the lamp post, and I did a few frames and let her be.

After daybreak, I found one hanging out in almost the same location, but not looking pregnant at all.

quite trim Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis on same lamp post hours later
While this was taken in the afternoon, I first saw the specimen a couple hours after sunrise, and the proximity to the same location as the pregnant one made me wonder if it was the same, having laid its egg(s) in the interim. Some careful comparison of photos followed, mostly looking at some abrasions/scarring on the shoulders, which seemed the same though I didn’t have photos from the same angles. I was looking at the wrong end, though. Here we have a full-length shot from the night:

obviously pregnant Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis showing kinked tail from injury
And an inset crop of that tail tip:

tip of tail of pregnant Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis showing kink from injury
That’s pretty distinctive, you have to admit, some old injury that healed oddly. And now, a closeup of the tail of the daytime anole:

close crop of tail tip of not pregnant Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis showing same injury
Yep, that’s a match all right. So I’m surmising that somewhere at the base of the lamp post is her egg stash, and since I know, down to a few hours, when it/they were laid, I can be watching for the emergence of the newborn(s) right on schedule, though whether they’ll show out in the open right away remains to be seen – every one that I’ve found previously gives the impression of being some time after hatching, and I suspect they might stay hidden deep in foliage for the first week or two. The base of the lamp post is all thick liriope, so they’ll have a good spot for it.

The gestation period is five to seven weeks, so I’ll be watching carefully at the end of July. Meanwhile, we have another week before the first turtle nest may start to hatch, and I have four of them to monitor. You’d think with that many, I’d catch the emergence of at least one set of newborn turtles…

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LAST MINUTE ADDITION (Okay, it’s a little less than three hours before this is scheduled to post): While looking for something else in pics already posted this year, I found that this same anole (most likely) has appeared here before. Granted, it’s probably happened quite a bit, I just couldn’t tell for sure because I’m anolist and they all look alike, but this one has another distinctive trait. Check out the lump under the jaw, visible best in this pic but still there in some of the images above:

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis showing lump on lower jaw
And now, we go back a few months to before the lamp post had been replaced, but the same location:

pair of Carolina anoles Anolis carolinensis hanging out on lamp post
I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but yes, they can change color that much, and during the winter months (this was shot in February) they will typically be found in shades of brown because there aren’t that many bright green leaves on hand, plus it likely helps them absorb solar radiation. When I found her during daylight yesterday morning, she was roughly olive in color, which may or may not have been related to laying her egg(s) not long before.

I checked: the images from that photo session in February don’t ever show her tail, so I don’t know if it was injured at that point or not. Regardless, I just had to add this trivial bit.

‘Tis been a year…

… since we first saw the new Walkabout Estates Plus in person.

Yep, we were perusing the real estate listings and considering this location, initially having rejected it for not having some specific criteria, then a closer look seemed to contradict that, indicating that it actually met those criteria. The Girlfriend had the day off for the Juneteenth holiday, and I said, “You know, we could be out there by noon – why don’t you give our agent a call?” She did, our agent and the house were available for a walk-through, and, well, here we are.

While not everything has been hunky-dory, this was not unexpected for any home purchase, but really, the house and land far exceeded anyplace that we figured we’d ever live. Personality-wise, I’m somewhere between a ‘bitter realist’ and a pessimist, and this whole thing seems almost unreal to me. But I’ll cope.

Naturally, we haven’t been here a year yet – you’ll see that when it occurs. And I’m not into putting too much personal information online, so pics of the house aren’t really forthcoming, but you can see a couple of the finds that we’ve made while here, just for the sake of it – there have been plenty, and that’s largely why I started the ‘Estate Find’ weekly topic.

portrait view of eastern spadefoot Scaphiopus holbrookii showing almost-confusing eyes
So we’ll go with a couple of my personal favorites: a hypnotic eastern spadefoot (Scaphiopus holbrookii) above, and of course, a pair of wood ducks (Aix sponsa) below.

female and male wood duck Aix sponsa in portrait pose
I could post a hell of a lot more, but you can simply just skim backwards through the posts too.

But that’s as far as I’ll digress over it – we now return to our regular warped content…

You can call me Ray

I had this one a couple of days ago and purposefully stalled it for the holiday today, which is Is that…? No… Is It? Day, the day when we celebrate the clash between what we think we know and what the evidence is telling us. For this, I present something captured this past Monday while down at Goose Creek State Park.

It was a quiet day, with no sign of either osprey or cormorants and just some lazy seagulls in attendance, at least out over the river. I didn’t stay long because a storm was threatening (imagine that,) but while on the water’s edge, I heard a loud splash behind me, more of a slap! really, but of course all I saw upon turning were the fading ripples from whatever had re-entered the water. As usual, I kept my eye on the spot for a few moments, just in case something else happened, and it did. A couple of fins, ostensibly, broke the surface thrashing gently, disappeared, and repeated this twice more. I had the long lens on so I could snag a few frames, but have no real estimate of size or distance, other than somewhere between 20 and 40 meters away, with the fins extending less than 20cm. The first shot was taken before the lens locked focus.

fins of unknown aquatic creature or creatures breaking surface, Pamlico River at Goose Creek State Park
It’s a crappy shot, and cropped to about half even when at 600mm; I include it as comparison to the next two.

fins of unknown aquatic creature or creatures breaking surface, Pamlico River at Goose Creek State Park
Bear in mind that, between each of these frames, the fins disappeared for a second or three, and each time they were swishing back and forth gently – not disturbing the water too much, but obviously alive and doing something. Nor were they moving laterally at all, at least, not that was discernible, though with the rippling water and no point on the opposite shore to compare them against, I won’t say they were truly fixed.

fins of unknown aquatic creature or creatures breaking surface, Pamlico River at Goose Creek State Park
The thing that gets me is, they look largely the same in all three photos: two fins, facing the same way, angled outwards from each other, protruding the same amount at the same time, roughly the same distance apart. And they’ve got that ‘shark fin’ appearance to them.

Now, I’ve seen tail fins of fish that look like this, especially when you only see half of them, and the Pamlico River is a brackish estuary; this is well upriver from the sound, and with the amount of rain we’ve had in the past week, certainly mostly fresh water – it’s not like you should expect saltwater species up here, or at least to my thinking. But the fins appearing together simultaneously and angled as they were made me immediately think, “skate or ray.” Yet they wouldn’t be way up here, would they?

While the east coast Atlantic Ocean holds several species, the three that I considered most likely are manta rays, cownose rays, and Atlantic stingrays. The last one is out – they have very rounded edges to their ‘wings,’ more plate-shaped than pointed. Cownose rays, to my experience, are always medium brown on top, like bright rust, and pale on the bottom, though the apparent size is easily within their range. But both cownose rays and manta rays have wingtips like this, and mantas are particularly known for breaching the water exuberantly, like the slap that first drew attention to the spot. Mantas are also quite dark in color, though usually well in excess of this size, getting up to three meters or more across the tips for adult specimens. Yet nothing says this has to be an adult.

So I looked them up. Both will actually come into estuaries, fairly frequently it seems, so neither is as out-of-place as I originally thought. Mantas are plankton eaters, though, and unlikely to be ‘working’ one spot semi-motionless near the surface. Cownose rays eat snails, molluscs, and crustaceans, which would explain the behavior that I was seeing, if it found a spot with mussels or was trying to scarf a snail from the shallow bottom. And to add a little weight to this, we have the sudden proliferation of this species in the river:

medium-small specimen of Atlantic blue crab Callinectes sapidus just under surface in Pamlico River at Goose Creek State Park
I was shooting through the rippling surface, so you’re lucky this is as recognizable as it is, but the river was heavily populated this time with Atlantic blue crabs (Callinectes sapidus,) easily visible within two meters of the shore. These would fit into the diet of the cownose rays (Rhinoptera bonasus,) so for the time being, I’m identifying my pics as that.

[While out chasing lightning pics on the river the next evening, I was seeing little ripples on the surface tracking with the current, solely by how they disturbed the reflections of the waterfront lights, and when a few of them drew close to my spot, I shone my flashlight down onto them; both of them appeared to be blue crabs, big ones, working just under the surface, though I was never quite sure of this, and would have doubted it had I not just seen countless examples a few kilometers downriver the day before.]

Which means that I might have to start snorkeling again, since the last time I was routinely seeing cownose rays was in Florida, though I’ve been seeing the blue crabs a few times since, mostly while out at North Topsail Island. It might be interesting to see what can be found when I’m under the surface and a little ways from the shore – this looks promising, at least.

Slight success

Last night’s (or early this morning’s) activities were quite scattered. So, let me spell this out for you. I already had the duckling video done – that was from the previous evening – and was planning to post it. I’d also been out after the duckling video was shot to get the lightning pics and video, and they were also posted by last night. But another storm was rolling in and looking promising, so I planned to go back down to the waterfront – and as I was grabbing my sandals to do that, I heard the turtle in the trash can (I think I just found the name of my eventual novel.) So, take that one out into the yard to do the detail shots. While that was going on, I heard a splash from the pond, and investigating that after the turtle had begun its trek back to the pond revealed the wood duck brood on Turtle Island. Two quick shots of them, though I had the 18-135 lens mounted and the macro flash; I’d removed the softbox, but this rig was still inadequate to get a decent pic and the mama was already moving off the island with her brood, so I let them be. Down to the waterfront, fire off numerous time exposures in the hope that the lightning that I’d seen would become more prevalent, it did not and died out instead, and I packed up and headed home.

Okay, write and post the turtle trash can story. Upload the duckling video and start writing the post. Realize I have no still images to go with that post and wonder if the mama had returned with her brood. Grab up Beav Team Six (the telephoto night shooting rig) and go out there carefully, determine that she had and get a couple of excellent frames. Meanwhile, the lightning alerts had been going off sporadically on the phone and, upon checking, I notice that another distinct cell is coming straight in for the waterfront. Switch Beav Team Six out for lightning shots and go back down to the waterfront.

Now, while a couple of very bright flashes had lit up the sky while I was traveling down there (which takes literally just a couple of minutes,) upon setting up on the water, they’d largely gone away. One bright flash had convinced me to aim more downriver, and so I was framing a darker section now and going with 30-second exposures. It was raining very, very gently, little more than occasional drops, but I knew it would likely get worse. And as I stood out there, I heard a soft hiss from the far side of the river, growing in intensity.

I’ve heard that before and knew it for what it was: the rain coming across the river in my direction. I said to myself, Last exposure, and just before I unlocked the cable release to close the shutter, the sky lit up well downriver. Closed the shutter, confirmed that something had indeed been captured at the edge of the frame (chimping! I feel so dirty,) and started packing the equipment away as the hissing grew ever closer. The camera was in the bag as the rain began, and I got fairly wet as I marched back to the car while breaking down the tripod (which took about a minute.) But with only six frames in literally three minutes, I actually captured something.

lightning strike over Pamlico River, bleached out
Except – there’s really not a lot to see, is there? F8 at ISO 400 was still letting in too much light in that tiny fraction of a second that the lightning existed, so this was one hella bright strike. Seeing that faint hint of outlying bolts, I cropped in and slammed the Curves all the way down to see if the outline of the main bolt could be made out.

inset crop of previous image heavily altered in brightness, showing lightning bolt had completely exceeded the dynamic range of the image
Great – now I just made a nuclear first strike. It’s clear that the bolt exceeded the dynamic range of the image by a huge margin so, not really what I was after. Notably, the thunder didn’t roll across until after I was halfway to the car, so better than thirty seconds later – that translates to more than ten kilometers off, though I really wish I’d thought to start counting when I saw it.

And then, I returned home, took the crucial equipment out of the bag to let the bag dry (it’s been treated with water-repellent spray but you never trust that implicitly,) and finished the previous duckling post. And with this posted, I still have, like, three more subjects in the queue as well as a post that I’ve already finished but have been waiting for a quiet time to let through. This assumes that I don’t find anything else in the interim that I decide needs to bump ahead…

Just before dark

It’s now this scattered occasion when we see a mother wood duck (Aix sponsa) visit with her brood, and it’s routinely been at a time when I’m unprepared; this is because they can see us easily even when we’re in the house watching out the windows, which are too distorting to actually shoot through. The options are, a) be outside but someplace that won’t spook them (next to impossible,) or b) be in the upstairs bathroom with the window and screen open so it won’t distort the images. Leaving the screen open means leaving the door closed, because we have The Boogs, and of course it invites bugs. But the other evening, I was prepared, even though she showed up with the sprogs when the light was almost too low to work with.

What this means, I believe, is that we have seen at least three broods on the pond – the first one of ten, the second one of five, and now this one. Except, one of the evenings that we were watching (while I was unable to snag any pics,) there was a suspicion that the five ducklings that we were seeing had gotten larger a lot faster than they should’ve since the last viewing. From personal experience, we know that ducklings can put on weight fast, but this might also mean that there are two broods of five. We are waiting to see if this eventually proves true.

Nevertheless, this brood of twelve is/are semi-regular visitors, just requiring both preparation and attentiveness to spot, and we’re both marveling that she actually hatched this many. As I said in the video, I don’t think they ever adopt the orphaned young of another mother – it’s genetic competition, after all, and plenty of species take specific actions to avoid that – to say nothing of the fact that they’re all the same size. And further proof: as I was getting the outside photos for the previous post, I heard a splash from the pond even though it was nearly 11 PM, and so sidetracked myself further from my goal of snagging some lightning pics (more on that later,) to go down there with the headlamp and take a look, suspecting that I might see one of the beavers, since they’ve been decimating the yellow cow lilies on the pond. However, it wasn’t the beavers, and while the pic that I snagged without the long lens was inadequate, I returned a few hours later and did it right.

mother wood duck Aix sponsa on Turtle Island with at least nine of her brood of ducklings
Yes, there are only nine there, but we can’t see her other side, and it’s certainly more than five (and the brood of ten should be about adult size by now.) But the clinching proof? They all have her eyes…

Gotta be magic

I’ve got a couple of posts that I’m trying to get to, and yet things keep popping up that deserve the bloggish attention, so they get pushed back a little. I seem to be running in this vacillating state between no posts while tackling other projects, and then too much to post. Geez

Okay, you remember when I talked about the weird things that appear in my outdoor trash basket? You don’t have to – that’s why I provide these links that you can click on. But tonight, we have a new entry, that if it hadn’t moved suddenly when I went out to get my sandals (to tackle another subject, one that didn’t pan out so don’t worry,) I might have missed entirely.

common musk turtle Sternotherus odoratus found in bottom of outdoor wastebasket
That’s a common musk turtle (Sternotherus odoratus,) and I’m more than a little curious as to how it managed to get itself in there. Now, in the intervening time, I ran a resin print job and so the rags therein are much more potent, so perhaps it was attracted to the alcohol or resin fumes. But it would still have to have either scaled a brick wall better than 30cm (more than three times its carapace length,) or walked along the narrow top of that wall, barely wide enough to accommodate the turtle, until it fell in, and that was a meter drop. I provide the same illustrating image from last week so you can see what it was facing.

outside entryway to Walkabout Studios showing wastebasket
Neither option seems likely, but here it is, so something happened. I know The Manatee threatened to bring something to put in there, but he lives better than 700 kilometers away, so if he did, he’s playing the long game…

plastron of common musk turtle Sternotherus odoratus held in author's hand
This is the best way to identify the species, because everything else of this type has a larger plastron and not this little skid plate. Plus it’s a nice scale shot – they’re not big turtles. This one was reluctant to provide a nice portrait.

head-on view of common musk turtle Sternotherus odoratus held in author's hand
I was intending to go out and potentially snag some more lightning photos, but I had this one in hand and I couldn’t just let it go without some better views (because I feel obligated to put shit like this on the blogareeno,) so we went into the yard and I set the turtle down, then sat nearby with the headlamp and waited. It took longer than I liked, but was probably typical for a turtle that’s been threatened recently, or at least, feels like it’s been threatened – I mean, I rescued it, but that’s gratitude for you.

common musk turtle Sternotherus odoratus edging its head out and preparing to flee
The head slowly extended as it checked out the surroundings – what it could see of them past the glare of the headlamp anyway – and I held still.

common musk turtle Sternotherus odoratus extending legs and starting to flee towards pond
And after a few minutes, it untucked and turned towards the pond, which I was thankful for, because it meant less likelihood that the turtle might return to the intoxicating bucket. If indeed that’s what is causing this. I’d exchange the open wastebasket for a lidded one, but that would only trap the fumes in there, which isn’t what I want, plus after this I’m not sure it would prevent such appearances anyway. The question now is, can I populate each category in my stock folders with a magic bucket denizen?

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