My sister ate corn weird.

Corn on the cob.

Growing up in Lancaster County, PA, we ate a lot of corn on the cob during the summer.

And, inexplicably, each person in my family ate it differently.

My dad—for reasons that I’ll never understand—would grab both ends of the corncob in his hands and, with cinematic effort, break it in half.

My mom ate hers ...

If you wanted to become a crocodile trainer, I think the first rule would probably be: Avoid the mouth.

That seems logical, doesn’t it?

But here’s the problem: you can’t actually train a crocodile from 20 feet away.

At some point, you have to get close enough to risk getting bit.

(I’m just guessing at all of this, by the way. I have no idea how to train a crocodile…or if they’re ...

I was going to crash the airplane.

I was sure of it. Every sensation in my body confirmed it. My instructor and I were going to die.

Then I heard his calm voice:

“Trust the instruments.”

I was not yet a licensed pilot, and during this training session I was flying “under the hood.” This means I was wearing a weird plastic device that blocked me from seeing outside the ...

How do you feel about holding a tarantula?

And then…I dunno…letting it crawl up and down your arm?

My feelings about it are as follows: NO @#$!%^& WAY!!!

So I’m not quite sure why I celebrated one of my birthdays a few years ago at the Victoria Bug Zoo in Victoria, BC.

It was one of my decade birthdays, and on my decade birthdays ...