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Certain scents are known to repel snakes due to their sensitive olfactory systems. We will explore 7 scents that snakes hate and how you can use them to keep these slippery creatures away from your home… šŸ˜ØšŸšŸ‘‡

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From Ammonia and Vinegar to Cinnamon Oil, Garlic, and Lemongrass, These Seven Strong Scents May Help Deter Snakes Around Your Homeā€”But Experts Explain Why No Smell Works Forever, How to Use Them Safely, and What Real Prevention Steps Matter Most for Keeping Snakes Away Long-Term Snakes have long stirred both curiosity and fear, especially when … Read more

Pete Hegsethā€™s wife faces backlash over ā€œtemuā€ dress for White House correspondentsā€™ dinner (link in the comment)

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Viral Dress Debate Erupts After White House Correspondents Dinner Chaos, As Cabinet Spouse Outfit Sparks Questions About Cost, Image, Politics, And Perception While Security Scare Briefly Shakes Event, Highlighting How Social Media Shifts Focus From Crisis To Style, Turning A Single Look Into A National Conversation About Status Expectations And Modern Public Scrutiny Nationwide Debate … Read more

He once rented an empty mountain to raise 30 pigsā€¦ then walked away and never came back for five years. When he finally returned, he stopped at the last bend in the roadā€¦ and couldnā€™t move after seeing what was waiting there. Back in 2018, Rogelio ā€œRogerā€ Santos, a 34-year-old man from a small town in Nueva Ecija, believed pig farming could change his life. He wasnā€™t dreaming about becoming rich overnight. He just wanted something simple. A small house for his wife. A stable life. A future that didnā€™t feel like constant survival. So Roger rented a forgotten piece of land high up on a mountain in Carranglan and turned it into a tiny piggery. He poured everything into it. All his savings. A bank loan. Weeks of back-breaking work building pens, digging a deep well, and preparing the place for his animals. The day he brought the first 30 piglets up the mountain, he looked at his wife Marites and said with quiet pride: ā€œJust wait. One year from nowā€¦ weā€™ll finally have our own house.ā€ For the first time in years, hope felt real. But life had other plans. Only a few months later, African Swine Fever began spreading across Luzon. One farm after another collapsed. Neighbors burned entire pig pens just to stop the disease from spreading. For weeks, thick smoke hung over the mountains like a warning no one could escape. Marites grew more and more afraid. ā€œLetā€™s sell them while theyā€™re still healthy,ā€ she begged. But Roger refused to give up. ā€œThis will pass,ā€ he insisted. ā€œWe just have to hold on a little longer.ā€ The sleepless nights began to take their toll. Constant worry. Rising feed prices. Phone calls from the bank asking about loan payments. Eventually Roger collapsed from exhaustion and had to be hospitalized in Cabanatuan. By the time he returned to the mountainā€¦ Half of the pigs were already gone. Feed prices had doubled. Debt was growing. And the dream he had built with his own hands was slowly falling apart. One rainy night, sitting alone on the floor of the piggery while the wind rattled the tin roof, Roger whispered something he never thought he would say. ā€œIā€™m finished.ā€ The next morning, he made the hardest decision of his life. He locked the piggery. Handed the key to the landowner. And walked down the mountain without looking back. In his mind, everything he had built there was already gone. For five years, Roger never returned. He and Marites moved to Quezon City and worked long factory shifts. Life became simple againā€”no big dreams, just quiet survival. Whenever someone mentioned pig farming, Roger would only smile sadly and say: ā€œI already gave my money to the mountain.ā€ Then earlier this yearā€¦ His phone rang. It was Mang Tinoā€”the landowner. His voice sounded strangeā€¦ almost shaken. ā€œRogerā€¦ you need to come back up here.ā€ There was a long pause. ā€œSomething happened to your old piggery.ā€ The next day Roger traveled more than 40 kilometers back into the mountains. The road he once drove every day was now covered in grass and trees, like nature had slowly erased his past. With every step upward, his heart beat faster. Had the buildings collapsed? Had the place completely disappeared? Or would he find nothing but ruins of the dream he once believed in? But when Roger reached the last curve of the mountain roadā€¦ He suddenly stopped. Because the piggery he abandoned five years agoā€¦ now looked like something he never could have imagined. šŸ‘‡ The rest of the story is in the first comment

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The Farmer Who Thought He Lost Everything A Dream Built on a Mountain In 2018,Ā Rogelio ā€œRogerā€ Santos, a 34-year-old man from Nueva Ɖcija, dreamed of escaping poverty through pig farming. He rented a vacant lot high on a mountain in the town of Carranglan and decided to build a small pig farm. Roger poured everything … Read more

Dad and Daughter Vanished Climbing Mt. Hooker, 11 Years Later Their Cliff Camp Is Foundā€¦ Dad and daughter vanished climbing mate Hooker. 11 years later, their cliff camp is found. Garrett Beckwith, 45, civil engineer weekend gear nerd, was the sort of Wyoming dad who knew every page number in the Freedom of the Hills manual. His daughter, Dela, 19, Lanky scholarship climber for the University of Wyoming Alpine Club matched his intensity not for knot. Father and daughter drove a dust blasted Green Ford F-150 out of Lander before Dawn Country station, humming two cups of gas station black, cooling in the cup holders. They waved at the bait shop owner on Highway 28, the Universal Ranger Salute in Fremont County. In the bed of the truck, two brand new 70 meter dry ropes and ultralight black diamond portal ledge freeze-dried chili mac for five nights and two identical inmarat satellite phones. The lifeline any Wind River regular respects more than a flask of bourbon. Every mile north cell service bled away replaced by the hiss of AM talk radio and the endless pine filtered silence that men in this part of America call church. Garrett’s plan texted to his wife Maryanne and pinned on the lodge bulletin board in Big Sandy opening approach Monday. Establish high camp Tuesday afternoon. Call Tuesday 7 or 0 p.m. Sharp summit push. Wednesday out by Friday 7 p.m. Tuesday slid past like a black bear and twilight. Maryanne stared at her cordless handset in the ranch kitchen. A world of polished antler handles and John Wayne mugs. Only the fridge motor answered. At 7:12 p.m. she told herself satellite lag. At 8:30 p.m., she microwaved coffee, left it untouched. By Wednesday noon, no ping, no chirp, no data burst. She dialed the Fremont County Sheriff’s Office. Her voice was flat Wyoming stoic, the kind that makes deputies pay attention even faster than a scream. Deputy Corbin reached Big Sandy Trail Head after 4 hours of washboard road and Hank Williams static. The lot smelled of lodgepole and cold dust. Garrett’s F-150 waited beneath a film of yellow aspen pollen doors unlocked standard mountain etiquette. Anything worth stealing is already on your back. Corbin leaned inside. Two topo maps folded with surgeon precision. A halfeaten elk jerky stick. And in the glove box, both satellite phones full battery, full bars forgotten. He radioed, “Dispatch, be advised. Both SATs here powered unused. Mark this. A high risk missing.” That sentence carried weight in cowboy country where men often pride themselves on needing no help. If Garrett Beckwith left those phones, something larger than pride misststepped on that granite wall. Mount Hooker is no Instagram hike. It’s a 12 500 ft tooth of vertical orthog pitched deep in the Popo AI wilderness, a place the Shosonyi once called home of the restless spirits. Climbers respect it the way rodeo riders respect the 8-second buzzer finish. quick or endroken. The south face a one honolan to 800 ft sheet of silver hosts fewer than 10 documented routes. Weather shifts hourly. Storms come sideways at 70 knots. Rescue helicopters can’t hug those walls once September snow loads the ridges. Every ranch kid and lander learns that lesson before he’s old enough to ride shotgun. By Thursday dawn, the trail head buzzed like a county fair of headlamps and steaming cups. Fremont Sex and Blaze Orange. Volunteers from the University Alpine Club. A Vietnam era Bell UH1 on loan from the state guard. Its diesel thrum rolling across Alpine Meadows. Alistister Finch Garrett’s leash thick forearms and silvering beard drove overnight from Jackson with his own rack of cams. He spat chew into a paper cup and pointed at the map. Garrett likes obscure things. He’ll have chased a neglected area, not the tourist line. team split air grid dog unit along the Fremont Creek drainage climbers assigned to the south face kulwars named in half-for-gotten guide books. Snow flurries knifed in by mid-after afternoon. The Huey grounded. Radios crackled with static thick as prairie dust. Daylight shrank to a cold fist. No trace. By day 10, the official search scaled back. Reporters from Denver filmed the last chopper lifting away pine needles spinning in rotor wash like confetti at a funeral. Locals labeled it the hooker vanish around Lander campfires. Mule deer hunters swapped theories creass cougar cult. The unexplained as a campfire’s favorite spice. Maryanne kept porch lights burning on her ranch in Red Canyon. Motion sensors clicked at magpies and moon shadows for the next 11 years. Why would a father who triple checks every carabiner forget the very devices built to save his daughter? Why did two climbers vanish, leaving no rope threads, no krampon scrapes, not even a candy wrapper? Until discovering climbers in 2024 found a cliffside tomb, that cliff camp and what lay zipped inside will change every rule you trust about preparedness, paternal devotion, and the Price Mountains demand for hubris. But that revelation waits. For now, the Wind River Knight closes like a vault. The trail head empty except for a dusty F-150 and two silent satellite phones glowing useless in the dark. Wyoming in September tastes like iron on the tongue, thin air, dry lodge pole smoke, and the promise of snow above 10,000 ft. Search day 11 greeted the crews with sleet that hissed off nylon jackets like snakes spit. Deputy Corbin’s incident board propped inside a canvas command tent filled fast with colored yarn that mapped hope more than science. Red lines traced helicopter sweeps. Blue pins marked dog team loops. Green circles were last chance eyes where binoculars had scanned every square inch of granite. A single black X hovered over Mount Hooker’s souths southwest pillar. The logical descent. Finch tapped that X with a callous finger. Garrett would have funneled here after the summit pack. Storm hits. He bails down the gully, not over the ice wall. It’s the only sane retreat. Yet two full repel teams had already broomed that chute. No fresh anchor tat….Part 2 is in the commentsšŸ‘‡šŸ‘‡

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Dad and daughter vanished climbing mate Hooker. 11 years later, their cliff camp is found. Garrett Beckwith, 45, civil engineer weekend gear nerd, was the sort of Wyoming dad who knew every page number in the Freedom of the Hills manual. His daughter, Dela, 19, Lanky scholarship climber for the University of Wyoming Alpine Club … Read more

The one detail critics canā€™t stop talking about in Melaniaā€™s pink dress (link in comments)

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The Pink Dress Detail Everyone Noticed Melania Trump recently drew public attention for her fashion choice during a formal White House state dinner held on April 28 in honor of King Charles III and Queen Camilla, sparking debate about style and protocol expectations. She wore a soft pink, strapless Christian Dior Haute Couture gown reportedly … Read more

Only people with an IQ of 140 can spot the 5 differences. Check the first comment for the answer šŸ‘‡

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Only people with an IQ of 140 can spot the 5 differences. Color in fashion is more than aestheticsā€”itā€™s a form of emotional expression and communication. The shades you wear can influence mood, shape perception, and reflect personality, making color choice an important part of personal style. Every color carries a psychological effect. Bright tones … Read more

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New poll reveals how popular Melania Trump is compared to other First Ladies Melania Trump has maintained a relatively private and reserved public profile compared to many former First Ladies, both during and after her time in the White House. Her low visibility, especially alongside Donald Trumpā€™s highly public and polarizing political presence, has shaped … Read more

Been dating this woman I met at Walmart and after finally getting some I woke up with these on my face what is this?

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Been dating this woman I met at Walmart and after finally getting some I woke up with these on my face what is this? Pimples around the mouth are often frustrating because they appear suddenly, are highly visible, and tend to recur despite regular skincare. However, they are usually not random and often result from … Read more

Texas EXECUTES Serial Killer Marine | He Revealed How He Killed His Victims This is one of the most unsettling execution cases in recent American history. Rosendo Rodriguez, a serial killer with a disturbing fixation on red-haired women, eventually revealed everything with absolute coldness. His own confessions before his execution exposed the mind of a predator who acted without a trace of remorse. Stay with me because in this video we go through his crimes, his full confession, the path that led him to death row, his execution, and the final words he spoke before he died. [snorts] Rosendo Rodriguez was on the surface an ordinary man. He worked as an office clerk and held a second job at a fast food restaurant, all while fulfilling his duties as a reservist in the [music] United States Marine Corps. To those who knew him, he seemed like a polite, functional young man who was always willing to help. Or at least [music] that’s what it looked like. In 2004, Rodriguez moved to Lach, Texas. There he studied at [music] Texas Tech University while continuing his military training. He had no criminal record, and nothing suggested that over time he would become responsible for crimes that would shake the entire community. Rosendo Rodriguez arrived in Labok without knowing anyone. To make new friends, he turned to the most popular platform of the time, the AIM online chat. It was there where, almost by coincidence, the name Joanna Rogers appeared. They began [music] talking at first as casual acquaintances, but the dynamic quickly changed. Rodriguez started obsessing over her. They talked every day and through small lies and subtle manipulation, he managed to spark Joanna’s interest. Little by little, he convinced her that [music] they should meet in person. At first, she hesitated, so she gave him her family’s home number to keep talking. That’s when they realized they lived [music] only 10 minutes apart. Joanna was an exemplary 16-year-old girl. A junior at Lach High School, she stood out for her active involvement in theater, debate, and dance. Deeply committed to her faith, she was a member of Shepherd King Lutheran Church and volunteered at the South Plains Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, where she showed her love for animals and her spirit of service. She grew up in a close-knit family with her parents, Joe Bill and Kathy Rogers. Between April and May of 2004, Rodriguez called the Rogers home several times. By then, they were speaking as if they were a couple. But there was a problem. Joanna’s parents didn’t allow her to have a boyfriend, not even someone her own age, let alone a man 8 years older. During those calls, after weeks of pressure, they agreed to meet in secret. The early morning hours of May 4th, 2004 would mark the decisive point of this hidden relationship. At 3:13 a.m., Rodriguez called the Rogers house for 10 minutes. [music] During that call, they planned the escape. 20 minutes later, at 3:33 a.m. He made another call, just 1 minute long, [music] to tell her he was already outside. At that same moment, Joanna’s father, Joe Bill Rogers, heard a noise. He got up to check, but seeing nothing unusual, he assumed the dogs had knocked over a trash bin. What he didn’t know was that as he returned to his bed, his daughter was being murdered. The secret meeting between Rodriguez and Joanna quickly escalated into an argument. He tried to force her into having sex. She refused. In the struggle that [music] followed, the violence intensified. Rodriguez, trained as a Marine reservist, applied a choke hold, and didn’t stop until Joanna stopped breathing. His obsession fed for weeks, ended in a homicide committed in less than an hour. Afterwards, he placed her body inside a suitcase and disposed of it in a dumpster, [music] a suitcase that would eventually be buried in the Lach landfill. The next morning, the family noticed that Joanna wasn’t at home. At first, they thought she might have run away, but that doubt quickly turned into alarm when they checked her room. Everything was still there. Her car was parked outside, her clothes and belongings untouched. Nothing suggested that she had left on her own. Joanna had simply vanished. The investigation into Joanna Rogers disappearance began immediately. Although Lach police treated the case as a rebellious teenager running away, her family insisted that Joanna would never have left without her things. The first major break came from digital forensics. Investigators found chat logs and call records on Joanna’s computer linking her to Rosendo Rodriguez. He instantly became a person of interest. He was questioned, but with no body and no direct evidence, there was no legal grounds to detain him. The case went cold and remained unsolved for more than 2 years. Meanwhile, Rodriguez began experiencing something he had never felt before. The satisfaction of killing without being caught. That sense of impunity gave him a dangerous idea of invincibility. He fantasized about Joanna, about the murder, and gradually about other women who resembled her, especially redheads. 16 months after the crime, Rodriguez returned to Levuk for his monthly training as an active member of the Marine Reserve. On the night of September 10th, 2005, after leaving combat practice, he saw a woman who for a moment reminded him of Joanna. It wasn’t her. It was Summer Baldwin, a 29-year-old worker who had just been robbed and had learned she was pregnant. Rodriguez approached her offering help, talked to her, and managed to calm her down.PAERT 2 IN THE COMENTšŸ‘‡šŸ‘‡

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Texas EXECUTES Serial Killer Marine | He Revealed How He Killed His Victims This is one of the most unsettling execution cases in recent American history. Rosendo Rodriguez, a serial killer with a disturbing fixation on red-haired women, eventually revealed everything with absolute coldness. His own confessions before his execution exposed the mind of a … Read more

Close your windows ā€” or risk a bite. most dangerous spider is creeping inā€¦….. Read full story in comment

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Urgent Warning: Keep Windows Shut to Stop the Spider from Entering Homes UK residents are being urged to keep their windows closed this August as the venomous False Widow spider enters its peak mating season. The spider, often called Britainā€™s most dangerous native species, becomes highly active during late summer. Male spiders leave their webs … Read more