
This sign distracts me, which it isn't supposed to do.
How did that car make those tyre tracks? Is it possible?
I'd love to see it, then I can stop wondering whenever I see the sign, and risk trying it out for myself while distracted.

These are the helpful icons on the back of a lawnmower. In the efforts to cope with the Tower of Babel societies we increasingly find ourselves in, the humble mower has introduced some mysterious, and some very graphic (no pun intended), symbols.
Stop the world, I want to get off... They've had to resort to some English here, because they couldn't find any other way to tell you it needs to stop! You know, that thing that goes round.
That's gotta hurt. This seems so horrendous, and yet it does happen. What strikes me as particularly odd though is that there are only two severed fingers in the top symbol, yet the person is clearly missing more. Obviously someone didn't learn their lesson.
Oh the humanity. I never want this to happen to me. The quick reactions of the person may mean they save at least one limb, but I doubt they'll ever mow again.
I'm sorry, Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that. This one foxes me completely, but I've seen it on several mowers. Sometimes the obelisk is larger, sometimes the humanoid isn't floating, but always they are inextricably linked by a double-headed arrow.


Here's the obligatory "keep away from children". This kid looks mightily pleased with themselves, maybe because they've managed to grow sideburns at such a tender age. We're probably also being told to keep candles away from angry animals; but what animal is that? Is that a snake?





Another tough one. There's not even a candle in this one. Something to do with airflow? Seriously, I just wanted something to put citronella candles in to keep away the bugs. I know they don't work, but I thought I'd try it anyway.


Ah, chemical symbols, designer's last hope when you're not allowed to colour in. That's a mighty drop coming from that jug. I can vouch for this warning; I once got a tiny tealight to puff out a giant fireball just by dribbling water on it. Nearly took my face off. Won't do that again with H2O. I'll stick to C8H18.

That's probably a spent match, rather than a bent sperm. It's a wise warning: put enough fuel into a tealight and you can really get it boiling. I've cracked a couple of tealight holders that way. Which is where we came in...
I love this guy. Look at his little face! You'll find him staring back at you, in abject terror, from the back of most boxes of matches. What a perfect rendition of a parent's worst nightmare in symbolic form. It's not enough that they have to tell us that fire kills children (yes, even children!), but that this is an element of DANGER! Caps and everything. They're shouting, because the message is really important.
The look of terror on the guy's face (I'm guessing it's a guy, but I should point out that fire kills girls too) hammers the point home that what is happening to him is not a Good ThingTM.
Matchboxes are full of handy tips, and I'm not just talking about those bobbles on the end of the little sticks. As well as the obligatory death-for-children-awaits-inside warning, mine also tells me to: