the swan troika
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yamamanamaI had to squeegee water into the drain after someone let the bathtub overflow. The kiddy pool was impossible to move and it's the water, not the rock at the bottom. I got most of the water off the floor, though. Just some stuff that's in the gaps between the animal's (by this, I mean a snapping turtle, a duck, and a baby turkey) cages (by this, I mean a bin with a grate and a towel over it) and in other places too awkward to move.
Jess (by this, I mean a Jess I haven't mentioned before. Hey, I wonder what name appears the most in this livejournal. My guess is Emma.) almost sprayed me with what looked like guacamole but was actually greens in water.
Instead she sprayed the sheet for the toad, which Zofia named Trevor but someone else named Stumpy. Because what else would she name a toad? Todd the Toad, maybe. I'd name him Frogface, personally.
Meanwhile, the swan oinked like a pig. And I kept turning around when it made those sounds, since I was expecting something else, like, I don't know, a pig.
Katie worked somewhere where there was a swan that they'd let out to swim in his pond and he'd oink when he wants to be let back into his pen to be fed.
This one was wobbling about when he walked.
Vaccinating skunks for rabies sounds like a lot of fun. Marco got the worst of it when it happened.
This is the news we get when Jean is away: sea lions were struck by lightning while on a beach in Australia and a beaked whale was beached in Plymouth. Beached whales, especially beached deep-water whales, are really hard to salvage and hard to euthanize because a, they need a lot of euthanasia solution and b. once you give them the euthanasia solution, gulls and coyotes and foxes and other scavengers can't eat the carcass anymore, and then they have to find a way to dispose of it. Unfortunately, without euthanasia, they slowly suffocate. They're trying carbon dioxide.
I've never seen a dragonfly get so close to me. I stared at it for a few minutes and then told it "shoo, shoo, you do us a great service and all but I really need to put this towel down."
I told a woman with a dog pendant and a pet beardie with a necklace of snail shells (and Katie, who said that some of the things there were really awesome and some of them are really weird, and talked me out of showing her Dirty Dominoes) about the Fuller Craft museum.
A different Katie (by this, I mean I went to college with her) had this very important thought:
Started thinking of something for a theatrical performance where the audience represents the land of the dead, and whenever a character dies they walk down off the stage and join the audience.
Of course, that wouldn't be the end of their interaction with the production, as they'd continue to comment and yell things to the living characters. (Most of whom wouldn't be able to hear them, unless they were starting to go insane.)
It would be one part Shakespeare, with his fondness for killing off characters and drama/tragedy, and one part Mystery Science Theatre, with the snide commentary of the dead.
The best parts would be the audience interaction. The dead characters could totally turn to the people near them and vent about some aspect of the play. And all the ushers would be dressed as grim reapers, with one "audience member" who's really an act...
Carla thinks this is awesome too.
burning question: hath not a dude eyes? If you prick us, do we not get bummed? If we eat bad guacamole, do we not blow chunks?
Jess (by this, I mean a Jess I haven't mentioned before. Hey, I wonder what name appears the most in this livejournal. My guess is Emma.) almost sprayed me with what looked like guacamole but was actually greens in water.
Instead she sprayed the sheet for the toad, which Zofia named Trevor but someone else named Stumpy. Because what else would she name a toad? Todd the Toad, maybe. I'd name him Frogface, personally.
Meanwhile, the swan oinked like a pig. And I kept turning around when it made those sounds, since I was expecting something else, like, I don't know, a pig.
Katie worked somewhere where there was a swan that they'd let out to swim in his pond and he'd oink when he wants to be let back into his pen to be fed.
This one was wobbling about when he walked.
Vaccinating skunks for rabies sounds like a lot of fun. Marco got the worst of it when it happened.
This is the news we get when Jean is away: sea lions were struck by lightning while on a beach in Australia and a beaked whale was beached in Plymouth. Beached whales, especially beached deep-water whales, are really hard to salvage and hard to euthanize because a, they need a lot of euthanasia solution and b. once you give them the euthanasia solution, gulls and coyotes and foxes and other scavengers can't eat the carcass anymore, and then they have to find a way to dispose of it. Unfortunately, without euthanasia, they slowly suffocate. They're trying carbon dioxide.
I've never seen a dragonfly get so close to me. I stared at it for a few minutes and then told it "shoo, shoo, you do us a great service and all but I really need to put this towel down."
I told a woman with a dog pendant and a pet beardie with a necklace of snail shells (and Katie, who said that some of the things there were really awesome and some of them are really weird, and talked me out of showing her Dirty Dominoes) about the Fuller Craft museum.
A different Katie (by this, I mean I went to college with her) had this very important thought:
Started thinking of something for a theatrical performance where the audience represents the land of the dead, and whenever a character dies they walk down off the stage and join the audience.
Of course, that wouldn't be the end of their interaction with the production, as they'd continue to comment and yell things to the living characters. (Most of whom wouldn't be able to hear them, unless they were starting to go insane.)
It would be one part Shakespeare, with his fondness for killing off characters and drama/tragedy, and one part Mystery Science Theatre, with the snide commentary of the dead.
The best parts would be the audience interaction. The dead characters could totally turn to the people near them and vent about some aspect of the play. And all the ushers would be dressed as grim reapers, with one "audience member" who's really an act...
Carla thinks this is awesome too.
burning question: hath not a dude eyes? If you prick us, do we not get bummed? If we eat bad guacamole, do we not blow chunks?
