When me and the ex first moved to Orlando (many moons ago) the first night in the apt we had everything unloaded out of the u-haul and I had setup my computer desk in the living/dining room (priorities ya know?) and he went to bed, and around 2am I see something long and black out of the corner of my eye and look over to see a snake slithering across the floor. Naturally I'm a loud person, but shouted 'JEFF GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE NOOOOOOOOWWWW!' he comes storming out of the bedroom asking what the hell was wrong, and I replied 'THERE IS A FUCKING SNAKE IN THE LIVING ROOM!' So we are scrambling to try to find anything to get this thing out of the apt. Tearing through boxes to find something we came across a dayglow orange yard stick. He sorta scooped it up on the end of it and flung it outside the apt into the shrubs. Turns out the apt complex removed the rubber 'sweep' part at the bottom of the door but didn't replace it. We grabbed a blanket and shoved it in front of the door and piled every single box we could to barricade it closed. I don't really mind 'critters' and what not, AS LONG AS THEY ARE NOT IN MY LIVING ENVIRONMENT!
Using a steering wheel on a Burnout game is like using the Space Shuttle controls to fly a kite.