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	<title>Comments on: Are Humans Hardwired to Detect Snakes?</title>
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		<title>By: Bruce</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was nine and ten and eleven they&#039;d ship me off to Grandma&#039;s house in the Ozarks for weeks in the summer. I&#039;d run and play outside. Uphill was a big cedar tree I&#039;d climb to play sniper and revolutionary and pirate with a stick for my rifle.  Good times.

    To get there was tall grass with big rocks and big black snakes on them, yellow squares katycorner on their backs, sleeping in the sun.  Diamondback rattlers? I thought so. I walked through the tall grass, watching where I stepped, politely ignoring the 8-footers on the rocks. They watched me pass without comment. Blacksnakes, only dangerous to mice? Maybe. Pigs eat snakes all the time. Snakes aren&#039;t supervillains.

    But when the Change-Winds blow, different story.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was nine and ten and eleven they&#8217;d ship me off to Grandma&#8217;s house in the Ozarks for weeks in the summer. I&#8217;d run and play outside. Uphill was a big cedar tree I&#8217;d climb to play sniper and revolutionary and pirate with a stick for my rifle.  Good times.</p>
<p>    To get there was tall grass with big rocks and big black snakes on them, yellow squares katycorner on their backs, sleeping in the sun.  Diamondback rattlers? I thought so. I walked through the tall grass, watching where I stepped, politely ignoring the 8-footers on the rocks. They watched me pass without comment. Blacksnakes, only dangerous to mice? Maybe. Pigs eat snakes all the time. Snakes aren&#8217;t supervillains.</p>
<p>    But when the Change-Winds blow, different story.</p>
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