Preppers often talk about OPSEC, or operational security. Yes, we stole the term from the military as a fancy way to tell people to keep their teeth in the closest proximity to one another possible when talking about preps. Most of us know it’s important, but I want to recount a story from a buddy of mine during Hurricane Katrina.
My buddy had prepped for some time and had tried to talk to all of his friends about the need to prepare through the years. Invariably, most of them said, “Dude, if something happens, we’re coming to your house.”
Everyone had a good laugh and went on with their evening.
Then Katrina rocked New Orleans, where he lived. My buddy opted to stay put. He was apparently high enough that he wasn’t worried about flooding, and he had food, water, and the means to prepare dinner, so there was no reason to be a refugee.
As the storm passed, the ugliness began. Many of us remember what happened. We watched it on the news. Looting, word of rioting, everything we preppers have said was going to happen. There it was, on the news.
For my buddy, it was bad enough, but for him the real problem was the locusts.
You know what locusts are. They’re insects who swoop in, eat everything, then leave. Well, that’s the term I use for his friends who showed up. It wasn’t long after the storm passed that they started knocking on his door. They wanted to swoop in and eat his food.
My friend pretended to not be home. It was hard for him. These were his friends, and they were in need.
However, he also understood that he didn’t know how long he’d need to provide for him and his girlfriend with what he had stocked. Every person he fed would cut his own food stores exponentially. He just couldn’t take them all in, and how do you pick which of your friends you let in?
There’s a lesson in this that I’ve held near and dear.
Community matters, of course. That’s why I started a Facebook group last week for people I know who are preppers in my neck of the woods. We can reach out, meet up, share information, etc. However, we’re sharing it with a group of people who aren’t likely to be locusts.
However, in my day to day life? There I don’t talk about it with anyone unless I think they’re receptive. Generally, not even then. I let them broach the subject most of the time.
The idea here is that the locusts won’t know to come knocking on my door.
Keep your mouth shut unless you want guests. If you do say something, at least let it be someone you’re planning on feeding anyways.