My arm once got pulled into an electric fence when I was a kid and I couldn't stop getting shocked until someone physically pulled me away. It was more of a self-control issue than accidentally bridging the gap.
That was the day I learned that some pain can be pleasant. The owner of the property didn't seem as pleased with my discovery as I did. He had to shut off the fence and yanked my arm away and then told me to go explore my perversions somewhere else. I was too young to understand the word "perversion," and I'm now eternally grateful to that poor unprepared rancher.
You find it enjoyable? I regularly touch electric fences, but not because I want to but because I'm too stupid to think of another way to figure out if the thing is working. I find it to be the opposite of pleasant.
A longish piece of green grass. Hold it by one end, then slide it on the fence wire like the grass was a violin bow, getting your fingers closer and closer to the fence. At some point you notice a pinging, or your fingers are touching the fence.
You can use this to gauge, very roughly, how powerful the charge is at that point.
I never said it was pleasant. But sometimes some types of pain are the right kind of pain.
Example of the opposite: when I'm swapping a switch in my old-ass house, sometimes I'm too lazy to turn off the breaker. When I inevitably shock myself, I say "dammit" because I'm trying to concentrate, not discover my preteen proclivities.
Edit: well slap me silly and call me a liar, I literally said the words "some pain can be pleasant." I blame this error on undeserved confidence and complacency.
My arm once got pulled into an electric fence when I was a kid and I couldn't stop getting shocked until someone physically pulled me away. It was more of a self-control issue than accidentally bridging the gap.
That was the day I learned that some pain can be pleasant. The owner of the property didn't seem as pleased with my discovery as I did. He had to shut off the fence and yanked my arm away and then told me to go explore my perversions somewhere else. I was too young to understand the word "perversion," and I'm now eternally grateful to that poor unprepared rancher.
For more fun form a chain with other people and be the furthest from the person touching the fence.
You find it enjoyable? I regularly touch electric fences, but not because I want to but because I'm too stupid to think of another way to figure out if the thing is working. I find it to be the opposite of pleasant.
Oh. Here's your fix:
A longish piece of green grass. Hold it by one end, then slide it on the fence wire like the grass was a violin bow, getting your fingers closer and closer to the fence. At some point you notice a pinging, or your fingers are touching the fence.
You can use this to gauge, very roughly, how powerful the charge is at that point.
I never said it was pleasant. But sometimes some types of pain are the right kind of pain.
Example of the opposite: when I'm swapping a switch in my old-ass house, sometimes I'm too lazy to turn off the breaker. When I inevitably shock myself, I say "dammit" because I'm trying to concentrate, not discover my preteen proclivities.
Edit: well slap me silly and call me a liar, I literally said the words "some pain can be pleasant." I blame this error on undeserved confidence and complacency.
This paints a funny picture and caused a chuckle