Aw, they're kinda cute.

Of course, my wife and own 3 snakes so what do I know.

Some geese are so aggressive they'll come right for you if you get within a quarter mile.

Geese must be able to smell blood on your hands and/or recognize murderous intent. I have four confirmed kills, and geese pretty much leave me alone. Just treat those belligerent feathered **** like the dinner they are. Choke its *** and beat the children to death with the corpse.

Swans are assholes, too. Even geese think they're jerks.

There's a big difference between owning 3 snakes as pets and having 4-6 murderous rattlesnakes take up residence in your home. I'm scared to death of all snakes, though. Nightly nightmares about them and everything.

OMFG Geese.

I grew up on a farm. Ok, that sounds nice enough, but imagine being 4-6 on a farm. Everything is huge, stronger than you, and you have chores to do. You have to feed them, water them, put them in pens. Even hauling around buckets of water and grain is difficult. Some of the animals were ok - I got along with the horses and rabbits fine, and the pigs were cool (until my mother found out one ate the entire flock of chickens, and was scared for her children and had it butchered), but with some animals it was constant warfare (goats, roosters, and **** geese).

The geese hunted me and my siblings. I mean hunted. They would find us and they would **** us up. Finally, my father witnessed this, and introduced us to the I'm-meaner-than-you-stick. He gave me a big-ass stick and sent me off to battle. I have to say, it was an ugly battle, and there was much collateral damage. It lasted for about an hour. I was in bad shape but I finally got the upper hand. I was 5. From that day forward, that farm was a bad place to be for a goose. There was a lot of pent-up anger.

Still is. **** geese.

OMFG Geese.

I grew up on a farm. Ok, that sounds nice enough, but imagine being 4-6 on a farm. Everything is huge, stronger than you, and you have chores to do. You have to feed them, water them, put them in pens. Even hauling around buckets of water and grain is difficult. Some of the animals were ok - I got along with the horses and rabbits fine, and the pigs were cool (until my mother found out one ate the entire flock of chickens, and was scared for her children and had it butchered), but with some animals it was constant warfare (goats, roosters, and **** geese).

The geese hunted me and my siblings. I mean hunted. They would find us and they would **** us up. Finally, my father witnessed this, and introduced us to the I'm-meaner-than-you-stick. He gave me a big-ass stick and sent me off to battle. I have to say, it was an ugly battle, and there was much collateral damage. It lasted for about an hour. I was in bad shape but I finally got the upper hand. I was 5. From that day forward, that farm was a bad place to be for a goose. There was a lot of pent-up anger.

Still is. **** geese.

This explains sooooo much about you. It's like you suddenly click in my head.

The main reason I wouldn't live in AZ is that you need to pack water no matter where you go.

This explains sooooo much about you. It's like you suddenly click in my head.

Yep, gotta make sure I have me 4 gallons of water every time I go into the city to work...

I've never seen a rattler outside of zoos or camping once or twice in the desert (camping in the pines is better, so I do it more often). I'm willing to bet that the house in the video is a bit in the boonies, though.

But I'll agree that geese are agents of teh Debil, though.

A hoe is a better snake implement. The angle of the blade allows you to keep the snake further away when you cut it in half.