In a disturbing story (that comes with a happy ending!), the bomb squad of Amherst, New York responded to reports of a suspicious package but instead of figuring out which color wire to cut, they found a living cat sealed inside the box.
Robots can't have feelings. But humans develop feelings for them. You know, like R2-D2 in Star Wars. Or like Scooby Doo, a real life small robot that saved the day 19 times. This is his single-tear story.
Hey man, how's it going? Just getting some exercise in. You know, running, lifting, jamming packages into mailboxes while wearing a gas mask and body armor then hurrying away before the bomb squad shows up to explode my stuff.
Remember a couple weeks ago when some nutter strapped a bomb to a young Australian woman's neck? Well, they think they've got the guy, and he was in hiding in the boonies in Kentucky.
This morning a young Australian woman had a bomb strapped to her freaking neck in what seems to have been an extortion attempt. Terrifying. Luckily the bomb squad saved the day. But how exactly do they safely kill bombs dead?
Danger Room has an awesomely comprehensive look at all the cell phone jammers the US military used during the Iraq War. Those jammers proved incredibly important in stripping insurgents of their most powerful weapon—the IED.
Oh, boy. After running the plates of a suspicious vehicle and finding an outstanding arrest warrant, Birmingham police pulled over and searched the car in question. Inside the found a man, his lady friend, and a live grenade from WWII. He's been using it, he says, as a paperweight.
Score one for the good guys! A minuscule model robot shut down Denver traffic for hours after someone glued it to the base of a bridge—it was deemed "suspicious." So the police blew it up into "several chunks."
A suspicious, bomb-like package was spotted in front of a Social Security Office in Florida. The bomb squad was sent out to defuse the situation but when they arrived, they found out the "bomb" was actually a box filled with kittens.
Proving once again that there are no qualifications needed to be a middle-school vice-principal besides being kind of a dick, a San Diego veepee called the bomb squad to investigate an 11-year-old's Gatorade-bottle-based science experiment. Stay classy, San Diego.