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Ever hear of “bamboo death”? No, I’m not talking about punji stakes covered in human feces strategically placed in fields of tall grass where Huey helicopters are apt to land with U.S. GI’s jumping out to battle the Viet Cong. What a way to go, huh? A sharpened, poop covered bamboo stake up your crotch or in your thigh. Death by nasty infection. Or you could just fall into a punji stake trap, or try to take a hill covered in them. Wouldn’t that be fun. :-S

I suppose if you have a bamboo patch and 50% of the population suddenly disappears, and another 40% becomes zombies, you could surround your house with punji stakes. Kinda like ghetto concertina wire.

Bamboo Death:

Shit has hit the fan in parts of India where the fruits on wild bamboo flower once every 48 years. Why? RATS! The bamboo fruit contains protein that increases a rat’s reproductive mojo. Call it ”Rat Rogaine” - oh wait, that’s the hair stuff. Call it “Vermin Viagra”. The rats munch on the bamboo fruit, things turn hot and heavy, they have wild sex orgies, then march into farm fields for a post-coital feast. Then all the babies are born. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. There’s an article on the subject right here. A quote:

In 2007, the government hoped to be better prepared. But the rats could not be stopped because of bad planning and alternative rice supply plans went wrong, aid agencies said.

They said a majority of villagers were now surviving on wild roots, yam and sweet potatoes with either no supply or no money to buy their staple food — rice.

Local people call the famine which follows bamboo flowering “mautum,” which means “bamboo death” in the local language. In 1959, New Delhi brushed off local warnings of a famine as tribal superstition.

“Sufficient rice is not available with the food supply department. There is a huge shortfall of rice,” Dominic Lalhmangaiha, a consultant with the state-run Disaster Risk Management program, told Reuters. “Villagers are going to jungles to dig out roots to supplement their regular food.”

How many people are at risk of rat induced famine? According the article - 1 million. Enter the jungle, dig up roots, eat. This begs the question: Why not eat the rats? Those dirty little bastards, I HATE rats. Ever see the movie “Never Cry Wolf” where the dude is in Alaska and his tent is infested with mice, so finally he starts eating the damn things as the other mice watch in horror? Okay, maybe they were lemmings, but you get the idea. These folks in India need a good rat feast.

Then again, maybe they just need to hire a Pied Piper. It could be that simple. Sheesh . . . ya gotta think outside the box to deal with vermin.

Death by rat. It’s happened before - Black Death!

- Ranger Man

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