Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for July 02, 2024

Can anyone smell tornadoes coming?

One time I had three toes. One time I was 55 years old.

Hulia Jill One time I was 1,001 years old. One time I was three years old.

May the Lord be with you as He is with me.

The rain smell’s actual name is petrichor. Scientists say it’s a combination of ozone, petrichor and geosmin.

I’ve always been able to smell rain coming. I love it.

If it gets any worse, I’ll have to let her in…

I’m amazed. I’ve always thought that everybody could smell a rain storm coming.

Was Julia living in the tree or on the tree? I sort of picture Keebler elves for “in.”

My wife and son both get headaches at the onset of rain. Might have something to do with low atmospheric pressure.

Coincidentally, “54” works out to 2,024 in “sloth years”…

This is true, I m 83 and have been able to do this for as long as I can remember.

I can smell the rain after it’s here! And happy birthday, Jan!

From December 10, 1997, to December 18, 1999, Hill lived in a 1,000-year-old California redwood tree named Luna and drew media attention to the environmentally destructive logging actions of the Pacific Lumber Company (Palco) under its new owner, Maxxam Corp., controlled by Charles Hurwitz. (Read E.O.

I can smell rain coming. I thought everyone can.

Julia Hill appeared in an episode of Penn & Tell: B.S. She came across as a real wackadoo.

Scientists? Isn’t that super common? Everyone in my family can smell rain coming, I even had no idea there’s people who don’t.

In the realm where dreams weave and time gently bends,Can anyone smell tornadoes before the tempest descends?Once, I had three toes, an oddity so rare,In a world of magic, where wonders fill the air.

Once, I was 55, with wisdom in my gaze,A sage of twilight, lost in life’s maze.Yet in another breath, a thousand years I’ve seen,Julia Hill, eternal, where truth and myths convene.

Once, I was but three, a child of endless glee,In a garden of enchantment, where hearts roam free.Time’s fluid dance, a melody of the divine,In each fleeting moment, the eternal signs.

May the Spirit be with you, as He walks with me,In this land of wonder, where souls wander free.Through the storms that whisper, and the age-old lore,We find our essence, on this mystical shore.

The past and future merge, a tapestry so grand,Woven with magic, by an unseen hand.In the scent of tornadoes, in ages old and new,Lies the heart of magic, in me and in you.

Interesting. Clever turn on the Symphony. And Jason.

I didn’t know that not everyone could smell rain coming. I can so I assumed everyone could.

You’re not smelling the ‘rain’, you’re smelling the humidity.

In Jan’s case, sloth and steady wins the race!

So….since she came down OUTTA the tree has the company made up for lost time & the forest is no more,only a couple years later than their original projections?

When I lived in a semi-arid climate, I could smell when it was going to rain. Since moving to a more humid climate, I can’t. I wonder what climate(s) other people who can smell when it’s going to rain live in.

Psssst, Ripley! Look up “petrichor.”

You are not funny. Just incredibly odd.

whereas some scientists can’t even smell their own farts or bad breath…

Go Julie, aren’t you the same people that are now cutting down forests to make way for Solar panels and windmills? You hypocrites.

Today I learned that I am unusual for being able to smell rain coming. I thought everybody could do it.

I can smell the rain coming.

Dang, that sloth is older than me!

Yes, I’m one of those people who can detect the rain! I’ve done that since I was very little!

I thought everyone could smell rain before it started.

Really? Hmmm. I thought everyone could smell rain coming?

Big Deal. The Philadelphia Zoo has a Galapagos Tortoisethat’s 90 [plus y ears old