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It's too cold to feel like spring. It definitely smelled like early spring when I walked the dog. Early spring smells of decay and rotting fish.

The birds in the previous entry aren't mergansers or scoters; they're brant geese.

I feel like the technical name for a butt plug isn't "q-tip," it's something either Latin or Greek.

Nina confused hypospadias (don't look it up, seriously. Ok, then, if you must, look it up on everything2) and cryptorchid and even merged the two words.

That was probably the only time I'll ever hear a woman say "don't touch my testicles." Because Nina wanted to see rabbit sperm, even if they'd probably be dead by the time she got a look at them. We kept calling the rabbit "she" after the orchidectomy, and Nina said there's no need to patronize him.

I feel like I'm blanking. Surely there was more that happened on Monday. It wasn't exciting animal-wise, the owl gets to keep his eye and they're finding him a home, the giant swan needs one more round of anti-lead medication and it's free. Christina was amazed at just how big the swan was. But more happened.

Burning Question: Do you ever associate random things with songs or melodies?

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