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I have no idea why I'd hear the name Ananya and associate it with Jill was Ananya the very obviously Indian-looking woman. Maybe I thought it was a Magyar name, or Arabic or Hebrew. Nope, it's a Sanskrit name that's popular in Oriya and Bengali speaking areas.
Jill has never had a pet in her life because one sibling is allergic and one of them hates animals or something but she totally imagines her cuddling with cats when nobody's looking.
The weasel is more interested in the syringe itself and also her hand than the bit that dispenses formula. Oh well, that was his last day of formula feeding anyway. I had to unthaw some mouse bits and one of the interns is like "leave it to me!" and when I went back to get them, they disappeared and I asked around and someone said "dunno, ask Casey" and then I checked the whiteboard and asked if Casey was around and she's like "I'm Casey" and she's obviously not the same intern who was thawing out the mouse bits, so fuckit, I just chopped up more mice.
We have a baby woodchuck, which are unusually susceptible to rabies by herbivore standards.
We have an overload of raccoons, to the point where we converted one of our classrooms into a third raccoon ward. We're talking about fire so that means we're probably going to move the biggest ones outside very soon.
We have a few baby turtles, including a painted turtle with a shell fracture near its tail.
We have a baby red-tailed hawk. There was a pile of white stuff, which isn't dandruff but the sheaths on his feathers falling off.
We have another baby great horned owl. We have to wear masks around them or else they imprint, which means they grow up thinking they're supposed to look and sound and act like people, which causes problems when it comes to mating. Imprinting is either impossible or nigh-impossible to reverse. Jen said to ask Greg about the time we had an owl for four years because it imprinted on us. And for those of us who were wondering how long great horned owls live, the answer is typically 5-15 years in the wild, with one making it to 28, and upwards of 50 years in captivity. Imprinting is not a matter of intelligence; crows imprint as well.
We have a baby coyote. I'm hoping he gets transferred somewhere else soon. Coyotes do a lot better in groups.
The gannets died, though.
There's a crazy swan lady who leaves 45 minute voicemails about the need to euthanize all the great blue herons because they're eating all the cygnets.
I saw one of those rock-shaped terrarium dishes inside another dish near the sink and thought it was a fossilized potato.
Talia's dog ate an entire bottle of salad dressing. I asked if she has a labrador. She had a salad with beets, pepperoni or something, celery, greens, carrots. She even threw in a miniature pickle.
Some of the interns were playing Wonderball in the Araquon Lodge with most likely the same exact lyrics we used when I last played back in the early 1990s. Some things change, some things stay the same.
Spyro can't be neutered. Well, he can be, but it's about as invasive as a spaying. No, we can't just decrease Puff's calcium intake because her body will prioritize the eggs over her own health. People who take their eggs from birds end up with osteoporotic birds.
I had a dream about Ashley and atonement and books and blue skies, probably spurned by my uncertainty on the state of my friendship with her and perhaps by my disillusionment with Laci Green and my feelings of powerlessness and voicelessness. Somewhere someone must know the ending.
I've been listening to a lot of Tori Amos lately, because I looked up songs about friendship breakups and there aren't that many. I told Holly that it's not something I think about in terms of getting easier because it just doesn't happen that often. I've had friends move away or go to different schools or change their AIM handle or because AIM became obsolete, but at least everything ends on a happy note. One of my fallings out was with a guy who would be posting frog memes if he was born 20 years later. Once I lost an entire friend group over the course of half a year.
This and the weather are why I've taken so long to update about things that mostly happened on Monday.
burning question: how does any purported feminist willingly date someone like Chris Ray Gun?
Jill has never had a pet in her life because one sibling is allergic and one of them hates animals or something but she totally imagines her cuddling with cats when nobody's looking.
The weasel is more interested in the syringe itself and also her hand than the bit that dispenses formula. Oh well, that was his last day of formula feeding anyway. I had to unthaw some mouse bits and one of the interns is like "leave it to me!" and when I went back to get them, they disappeared and I asked around and someone said "dunno, ask Casey" and then I checked the whiteboard and asked if Casey was around and she's like "I'm Casey" and she's obviously not the same intern who was thawing out the mouse bits, so fuckit, I just chopped up more mice.
We have a baby woodchuck, which are unusually susceptible to rabies by herbivore standards.
We have an overload of raccoons, to the point where we converted one of our classrooms into a third raccoon ward. We're talking about fire so that means we're probably going to move the biggest ones outside very soon.
We have a few baby turtles, including a painted turtle with a shell fracture near its tail.
We have a baby red-tailed hawk. There was a pile of white stuff, which isn't dandruff but the sheaths on his feathers falling off.
We have another baby great horned owl. We have to wear masks around them or else they imprint, which means they grow up thinking they're supposed to look and sound and act like people, which causes problems when it comes to mating. Imprinting is either impossible or nigh-impossible to reverse. Jen said to ask Greg about the time we had an owl for four years because it imprinted on us. And for those of us who were wondering how long great horned owls live, the answer is typically 5-15 years in the wild, with one making it to 28, and upwards of 50 years in captivity. Imprinting is not a matter of intelligence; crows imprint as well.
We have a baby coyote. I'm hoping he gets transferred somewhere else soon. Coyotes do a lot better in groups.
The gannets died, though.
There's a crazy swan lady who leaves 45 minute voicemails about the need to euthanize all the great blue herons because they're eating all the cygnets.
I saw one of those rock-shaped terrarium dishes inside another dish near the sink and thought it was a fossilized potato.
Talia's dog ate an entire bottle of salad dressing. I asked if she has a labrador. She had a salad with beets, pepperoni or something, celery, greens, carrots. She even threw in a miniature pickle.
Some of the interns were playing Wonderball in the Araquon Lodge with most likely the same exact lyrics we used when I last played back in the early 1990s. Some things change, some things stay the same.
Spyro can't be neutered. Well, he can be, but it's about as invasive as a spaying. No, we can't just decrease Puff's calcium intake because her body will prioritize the eggs over her own health. People who take their eggs from birds end up with osteoporotic birds.
I had a dream about Ashley and atonement and books and blue skies, probably spurned by my uncertainty on the state of my friendship with her and perhaps by my disillusionment with Laci Green and my feelings of powerlessness and voicelessness. Somewhere someone must know the ending.
I've been listening to a lot of Tori Amos lately, because I looked up songs about friendship breakups and there aren't that many. I told Holly that it's not something I think about in terms of getting easier because it just doesn't happen that often. I've had friends move away or go to different schools or change their AIM handle or because AIM became obsolete, but at least everything ends on a happy note. One of my fallings out was with a guy who would be posting frog memes if he was born 20 years later. Once I lost an entire friend group over the course of half a year.
This and the weather are why I've taken so long to update about things that mostly happened on Monday.
burning question: how does any purported feminist willingly date someone like Chris Ray Gun?
