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yamamanamaI thought "I shouldn't be overwhelmed by the smell here even if I wasn't able to go last week."
There were about 8 baby skunks and they're old enough to spray. We're planning to release them into the wild once they've had their third round of vaccinations and we're placing them outside to do that. Skunk roundup sounds like fun.
The weasel has been released and so has the night heron.
But not before we got a picture. I'm actually kind of impressed with Jack. Well, not impressed, because he either used a Game Boy Camera to take this picture and spent the next three weeks recoloring it by hand or turned up jpeg compression to maximum or both, but pleasantly surprised.
He also took this picture of a bat. Or someone did. It got released apparently and I know I was absent for a while but I don't remember there being a bat. Maybe this was taken at the Cape rehabber.
Right now, it's kind of boring. Hawks, rodos, a hybrid mallard, baby skunks, baby birds. We were castrating a degu, which is a type of rodent that is in the same parvorder as the guinea pig and chinchilla and coypu and paca and pacarana and tuco-tuco, and it's from the Mapudungan word dewü. I think they look like stocky chubby rats while some people think they look like guinea pigs or chinchillas. I got them confused with tegus, which is a type of lizard with their name a shortened version of the Nahuatl tecoixin. Jack thought the same thing.
"what the fuck is a parvorder?" you're asking. It's more specific than infraorder and less specific than superfamily.
I talked to Sandra and she knows who I'm talking about.
I thought Sandra was the woman who looked a bit like Talia. I still haven't figured out who she is. It turns out Sandra has abyssopelagic black hair.
Maura has a braid and Danielle is blonde but someone else is also blonde and Jaime wears glasses.
Jack hates filleting fish. There are gross guts and shit but at least it doesn't smell as bad as the fish bucket. The smell reminds him of low tide on Cape Cod and I asked him what he thinks that smell is. Spoilers: it's fish that die and rot in the sun.
And the word fillet reminds Brian of the Filet o' Fish song. And that reminds Jack of the 8 dollar lobster roll, which makes Brian think of gas station sushi, which I've never had but I'd imagine it's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's throwing up. Meanwhile, I got to prepare food for the hawks.
At least we don't have any seagulls. We do have a goose. A few geese went to the great medward in the sky but we got a new one that day to make up for their loss.
Once Taylor went diving and she tried to pick up a shell and got attacked by a tiny fish.
Josh said his eyes were literally on fire. I don't think that word means what you think it means.
A woman brought three fledgling chimney swifts and the way she found out they were chimney swifts is by playing various bird calls and the chimney swift call is the only one they reacted to. That is impressive.
They haven't eaten in days and one's already gone to the great chimney in the sky so releasing them into the wild is about as likely as Ashley buying for me a copy of A Mask For The General or Rainbow Man, which, and this is not a coincidence, both sound extremely relevant.
Jaime said "we're so mean giving you cherry-flavored stuff" to the hawk.
Michael said there's a neo-feudalist party running as anti-establishment punks somewhere in Eastern Europe.
There's an election in the Czech Republic, and, yes, I know they're officially Czechia now, the day Ashley goes to a concert with me, I'll refer to their country as Czechia, that's pretty fanciful, and one of the parties is centrist and I can't imagine what a centrist party is like in a country where a nominally left-wing party spews xenophobia and nationalism. I understand, it's a one-party state and you have to be a member of the Communist Party to get anywhere in politics no matter what your conviction is, but eastern European centrists are more terrifying than all the crocodiles, alligators, and brain aneurysms in the world.
Michael said that everyone thought people would tolerate white supremacy in a party for the ultra-rich, but it turned out to be the reverse. I'm paraphrasing. A lot of this may be selection bias but I think the religious right is dying out. Michael says that if they were still a political force, we'd have ended up with John Kasich as primary winner. He says that Russia thinks of the rest of Eastern Europe the way we think of Latin America. He says the Senate is waiting for Trump to outlive his usefulness so they can remove him and replace him with Pence. He said that despite what Trump says about his health, he's the least healthy president of all time and Kennedy was healthier with the bullet in his brain than he is right now, and that he'd be surprised if Trump makes it to 2024, be it impeachment, assassination, or the Grim Reaper.
Michael says that Trump embodies all of the seven deadly sins.
Ashley's feet are finally on the ground.
[and hold those tears cause they're still on your side]
it's you again, it's you again. somewhere someone must know the ending.
burning question: where do you even find a bust of Anders Behring Breivik?
There were about 8 baby skunks and they're old enough to spray. We're planning to release them into the wild once they've had their third round of vaccinations and we're placing them outside to do that. Skunk roundup sounds like fun.
The weasel has been released and so has the night heron.
But not before we got a picture. I'm actually kind of impressed with Jack. Well, not impressed, because he either used a Game Boy Camera to take this picture and spent the next three weeks recoloring it by hand or turned up jpeg compression to maximum or both, but pleasantly surprised.
He also took this picture of a bat. Or someone did. It got released apparently and I know I was absent for a while but I don't remember there being a bat. Maybe this was taken at the Cape rehabber.
Right now, it's kind of boring. Hawks, rodos, a hybrid mallard, baby skunks, baby birds. We were castrating a degu, which is a type of rodent that is in the same parvorder as the guinea pig and chinchilla and coypu and paca and pacarana and tuco-tuco, and it's from the Mapudungan word dewü. I think they look like stocky chubby rats while some people think they look like guinea pigs or chinchillas. I got them confused with tegus, which is a type of lizard with their name a shortened version of the Nahuatl tecoixin. Jack thought the same thing.
"what the fuck is a parvorder?" you're asking. It's more specific than infraorder and less specific than superfamily.
I talked to Sandra and she knows who I'm talking about.
I thought Sandra was the woman who looked a bit like Talia. I still haven't figured out who she is. It turns out Sandra has abyssopelagic black hair.
Maura has a braid and Danielle is blonde but someone else is also blonde and Jaime wears glasses.
Jack hates filleting fish. There are gross guts and shit but at least it doesn't smell as bad as the fish bucket. The smell reminds him of low tide on Cape Cod and I asked him what he thinks that smell is. Spoilers: it's fish that die and rot in the sun.
And the word fillet reminds Brian of the Filet o' Fish song. And that reminds Jack of the 8 dollar lobster roll, which makes Brian think of gas station sushi, which I've never had but I'd imagine it's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's throwing up. Meanwhile, I got to prepare food for the hawks.
At least we don't have any seagulls. We do have a goose. A few geese went to the great medward in the sky but we got a new one that day to make up for their loss.
Once Taylor went diving and she tried to pick up a shell and got attacked by a tiny fish.
Josh said his eyes were literally on fire. I don't think that word means what you think it means.
A woman brought three fledgling chimney swifts and the way she found out they were chimney swifts is by playing various bird calls and the chimney swift call is the only one they reacted to. That is impressive.
They haven't eaten in days and one's already gone to the great chimney in the sky so releasing them into the wild is about as likely as Ashley buying for me a copy of A Mask For The General or Rainbow Man, which, and this is not a coincidence, both sound extremely relevant.
Jaime said "we're so mean giving you cherry-flavored stuff" to the hawk.
Michael said there's a neo-feudalist party running as anti-establishment punks somewhere in Eastern Europe.
There's an election in the Czech Republic, and, yes, I know they're officially Czechia now, the day Ashley goes to a concert with me, I'll refer to their country as Czechia, that's pretty fanciful, and one of the parties is centrist and I can't imagine what a centrist party is like in a country where a nominally left-wing party spews xenophobia and nationalism. I understand, it's a one-party state and you have to be a member of the Communist Party to get anywhere in politics no matter what your conviction is, but eastern European centrists are more terrifying than all the crocodiles, alligators, and brain aneurysms in the world.
Michael said that everyone thought people would tolerate white supremacy in a party for the ultra-rich, but it turned out to be the reverse. I'm paraphrasing. A lot of this may be selection bias but I think the religious right is dying out. Michael says that if they were still a political force, we'd have ended up with John Kasich as primary winner. He says that Russia thinks of the rest of Eastern Europe the way we think of Latin America. He says the Senate is waiting for Trump to outlive his usefulness so they can remove him and replace him with Pence. He said that despite what Trump says about his health, he's the least healthy president of all time and Kennedy was healthier with the bullet in his brain than he is right now, and that he'd be surprised if Trump makes it to 2024, be it impeachment, assassination, or the Grim Reaper.
Michael says that Trump embodies all of the seven deadly sins.
Ashley's feet are finally on the ground.
[and hold those tears cause they're still on your side]
it's you again, it's you again. somewhere someone must know the ending.
burning question: where do you even find a bust of Anders Behring Breivik?
