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Sep. 26th, 2016 08:12 pmNicky the parrot tossed the blueberries out of his cage, which Julianne called rude. Hedgie is still going at it, phrasing, and I'm more surprised than Julianne is.
Here I am like "I'll help you clean this guy's cage." Big fucking mistake right there. Tiffany says that Teddy's anal gland problem still takes the cake for worst smell she's encountered. She says it's everything you'd expect from the words "anal gland" except there's a deadness to it, like someone took a dead creature and took a shit on it, not like a skunk at all, in fact, skunks are perfume compared to anal gland problems, while seagull chow reeks of the sea and death while seagull shit reeks of digested sea and death.
They're not using old smocks for any reason other than laziness, and the smocks can't absorb anything for shit, so all the water and the effluents in it drip everywhere, including the nearby floor. Ick.
Tiffany said that we probably had a stopper at one point but someone might have thrown it away. She doesn't like using gloves to plug the drain because we need gloves, even gloves with the sizes meant for Donald Trump hands, and who knows, maybe it will get loose and some dumb duck will eat it.
The kingfisher is dead, alas. She failed her flight test and so it wasn't long before the stresses of captivity got to her. May she feast on raw frog flesh in Azath-Ko.
It's just a bunch of seagulls and waterfowl, a few screech owls, a few rodos, and a blue jay that Abby says looks small. The goose looked like he was wearing a giant oversized mummified boot on his foot. Abby likes screech owls because they remind her of cats.
Elsewhere are squirrels including one melanistic one, a baby rodo, some very hyper raccoons that are going to winter with another rehabber.
A centipede drowned in Valley's water dish.
Julianne dropped her phone in the bathtub and then tried to fish it out and ended up wet. She said something about putting it in rice to dry it out and I wondered if she watched that episode of Bob's Burgers too. Abby, who is a student intern and therefore doesn't have time for anything except sleep and interning because things have been very chaos-filled, says she's heard of it and it's been around but she has no idea if it actually works.
Google Translate tells me "feist" is German for "plump." It's unrelated to the English feist. She didn't know feist was a real word, but lots of people don't, including spell check.
I left a blank page in my sketchbook, or rather, half of a blank page, just for today.
Julianne was super-impressed. She doesn't look grumpy in real life, though.
"She has a bomb on her backpack" or "is that a bomb?" to anyone who has never played a Final Fantasy just kind of sound terroristic. If I had to guess, it's a bomb from Final Fantasy VI or VII, but really, anything but Final Fantasy XIII and probably not X because it had fiery hair, not jagged rock spikes, and probably not XII because it didn't have a wick. She had a yellowish ball python.
The woman from Jabberwock Reptiles has dyed salmon-pink hair and a t-shirt with Vincent Valentine on it, which I didn't recognize at first, mostly because of his pose, and brought a red-tailed boa constrictor with her.
I'm surprised that Julianne, Julie, and Abby finished up so soon. To her, it felt like a long time. Primrose, she says, will be there until December. To quote Through The Heart, going ahead meant you were leaving things behind you, things you would never see again.
Though, as Emma says, the world is round.
Colleen is a newcomer.
burning question: are Millennials the Real Zika Virus?
Here I am like "I'll help you clean this guy's cage." Big fucking mistake right there. Tiffany says that Teddy's anal gland problem still takes the cake for worst smell she's encountered. She says it's everything you'd expect from the words "anal gland" except there's a deadness to it, like someone took a dead creature and took a shit on it, not like a skunk at all, in fact, skunks are perfume compared to anal gland problems, while seagull chow reeks of the sea and death while seagull shit reeks of digested sea and death.
They're not using old smocks for any reason other than laziness, and the smocks can't absorb anything for shit, so all the water and the effluents in it drip everywhere, including the nearby floor. Ick.
Tiffany said that we probably had a stopper at one point but someone might have thrown it away. She doesn't like using gloves to plug the drain because we need gloves, even gloves with the sizes meant for Donald Trump hands, and who knows, maybe it will get loose and some dumb duck will eat it.
The kingfisher is dead, alas. She failed her flight test and so it wasn't long before the stresses of captivity got to her. May she feast on raw frog flesh in Azath-Ko.
It's just a bunch of seagulls and waterfowl, a few screech owls, a few rodos, and a blue jay that Abby says looks small. The goose looked like he was wearing a giant oversized mummified boot on his foot. Abby likes screech owls because they remind her of cats.
Elsewhere are squirrels including one melanistic one, a baby rodo, some very hyper raccoons that are going to winter with another rehabber.
A centipede drowned in Valley's water dish.
Julianne dropped her phone in the bathtub and then tried to fish it out and ended up wet. She said something about putting it in rice to dry it out and I wondered if she watched that episode of Bob's Burgers too. Abby, who is a student intern and therefore doesn't have time for anything except sleep and interning because things have been very chaos-filled, says she's heard of it and it's been around but she has no idea if it actually works.
Google Translate tells me "feist" is German for "plump." It's unrelated to the English feist. She didn't know feist was a real word, but lots of people don't, including spell check.
I left a blank page in my sketchbook, or rather, half of a blank page, just for today.
Julianne was super-impressed. She doesn't look grumpy in real life, though.
"She has a bomb on her backpack" or "is that a bomb?" to anyone who has never played a Final Fantasy just kind of sound terroristic. If I had to guess, it's a bomb from Final Fantasy VI or VII, but really, anything but Final Fantasy XIII and probably not X because it had fiery hair, not jagged rock spikes, and probably not XII because it didn't have a wick. She had a yellowish ball python.
The woman from Jabberwock Reptiles has dyed salmon-pink hair and a t-shirt with Vincent Valentine on it, which I didn't recognize at first, mostly because of his pose, and brought a red-tailed boa constrictor with her.
I'm surprised that Julianne, Julie, and Abby finished up so soon. To her, it felt like a long time. Primrose, she says, will be there until December. To quote Through The Heart, going ahead meant you were leaving things behind you, things you would never see again.
Though, as Emma says, the world is round.
Colleen is a newcomer.
burning question: are Millennials the Real Zika Virus?
