Birds and Other Apocalypse Tales

Remember Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds? I believe I was about nine when I saw it. Afterwards I decided I could keep my siblings alive in our half-bathroom. There were no windows, I could stuff towels under the door, we’d have water to drink, and most important of all, a toilet. Of course the five of us would have had to stand in the cramped space the whole time. I believe I pictured myself, as the one who saved their lives, getting to sit on the throne.

Birds from Wikicommons

Birds from Wikicommons

Then there was the nuclear bomb. Or the atomic bomb. I don’t remember which. Either way, I was going to make the siblings crawl under the house because for some reason I thought we’d be safe there. An alternate plan was to get to my friend’s house. They had a real bomb shelter, stocked with canned goods. No can opener though, as they discovered years later when dismantling the shelter.

Next came volcanoes. Anyone remember being shown, in school, a film about a Mexican farmer who had a volcano appear in his back yard? I believe I was around twelve for that one. I don’t remember my plan to save the siblings from volcanoes other than an attempt to get my dad to teach me to drive.

From Wikicommons images

From Wikicommons images

Then came the Chernobyl disaster and I was right back to planning for radiation. But by then I was living off grid with my parents – generating our own power, in the woods (hunting possibilities), near a river (water supply) and with an outhouse (remember the importance of the toilet and the birds?). We were set.

wikicommons images

wikicommons images

Each generation has an apocalypse fear. I read a study that said the shape an apocalypse takes for each age is a reflection on the stresses and fears for that generation. Zombies? That we were becoming drones.

So what is it these days that I’m preparing for? Natural disasters. I just read a very sobering article on the upcoming big earthquake for the Pacific Northwest.

But hey, I have a plan. Bug-out bags, stocked pantry, kerosene lanterns and candles, water filters, hunting rifle, and lots of vodka.

I’m still slightly worried about that volcano though. And the giant mutant spider from a Midnight Theater episode. And tornadoes. Man, don’t get me started on tornadoes.

Are you prepared? There’s a fine line between paranoia and preparedness, between nightmares and reality. It never hurts to at least have a blanket, candles, and some water in your car though.

Oops. I took the candles out. They melted.

(Ha, looking at the tags for this post you’d think I was a bit paranoid…)

3 thoughts on “Birds and Other Apocalypse Tales

  1. LOL… interesting tags….
    Funny, but until I moved to Canada I never even thought about anything like this at all. Growing up in Germany I never had to fear any of the disasters that happen so often in the US. I know we lived in the aftermath of Chernobyl by not playing in the sandbox anymore and my mom had to think about some kind of food to not serve anymore. I didnt live in a flooding area either and there are no predators in our forests at all. So I never thought of preparing until I got to the North West (or rather South West ;-)) and met you and Bob. Thats when I saw all the possibilities here and now on a daily basis I choose not go take the kids onto the forest trail thats behind our house because its a bear highway… So far I have been lucky to not meet any close up, but I know whats roaming around here and it freaks me out.
    But then some movies must have left some underlying fears since I remember two of my childhood nightmares being similar to movie disasters. One was about 3 tornados and the other about a wave washing me away while I took out the trash. That never impacted me though like my real worst fear, which I know is nothing compared to a natural disaster but it impacts my daily life and I can not prepare for it like I do with an earthquake. 😉


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