You know, I was busy thinking the other day, and I just have to say: If I were to be forced – and I have no easy ideas on how this could happen, but let’s just run with it for the moment – if I were forced to choose another Period in time, I can tell you for sure that I would avoid the Carboniferous.
I would avoid this even over the one with the stampeding mastodons or the one where you’re chased by flying lizards.
Yep. I'll be steering clear of The Carboniferous Period.
Frankly, I don’t think I could take the weather. Humidly wilting, covered in elephant-sized ferns and two-thirds more oxygen present in the air than we have now: There’s gonna be trouble. Ay yi yi but you’re gonna get a rash.
And the millipedes? Up to lengths of ten feet long? My chest would explode.
I found a millipede in the house once. Three o’clock in the morning, I open the medicine chest and a three-inch dinosaur rears up on the last four of his milli legs and salutes.
I ‘bout had an accident.
Arthropods: I ask you.
So “no”. If pressed, this is where I stand, and I won't be changing my mind. If I were to be, for some unforeseeable reason, thrown out of the Neogene, I would not like to land in the Carboniferous Period.