yamamanama | a blot in the mirror

It wasn't a typical day, except for the fact that once again, I had a hard time finding gloves that fit my giant truckasaurus hands. In fact, I actually got on the elevator to show something to Kaz, figuring I could get some gloves, and ended up on the third floor instead.
I have no idea where Tom and Nina disappeared to, but Kaz and Courtney and Jessica were around again and Brigitte is new at the Wildlife Center, so yeah. A mammary carcinoma (cancer of glandular tissues) was mistaken for a chondrosarcoma or osteosarcoma or some kind of sarcoma (cancer of fibrous tissues, or so I think, I'm not entirely clear). Cutting the thing open wouldn't work, because it would release a whole bunch of toxins. A chipmunk got released. Some raccoons might have distemper, but they can survive that and they'll be immune. We did nothing wrong, they could simply have gotten exposed right when we got them, or during the Great Raccoon Escape. There's a groundhog and a skunk with a missing foot who probably won't be released because skunks obtain their food by digging, and there's a baby seagull and one of the people getting a tour said its feet were too big for its body.

I was in a rush so I didn't bring the camera to take pictures of the new signs in the Wildlife Center's store or the whiteboard which now features a snake, a frog, and another really well-drawn frog.

I learned that dead things will still twitch when their nerves are poked.

I told Jessica that if I knew she'd be there, I'd have brought my little sketchbook.

Here are some pictures. I didn't take them but they're still really cute.