inside a hollow heart
Aug. 9th, 2017 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaSomehow the chimney swifts are still alive. I say somehow but we've gotten through the worst part, where they were starving. We have a blanding's turtle hanging out in med ward. I thought it was someone's pet but there are isolated pockets of them here. They're mostly centered around the great lakes. There's a baby cardinal with bug eyes and no feathers.
Taylor tries to press the skunk's tail against its scent glands and cover that up with a towel but they'll try to spray anyway and the room and nearby hallway now reeks of skunk and possibly death. Some people keep skunks as pets and remove the scent glands.
Jacob says this is "whatever" if you're going to keep them but a death sentence for the skunk if it cant use its only defense.
They have rabies but that makes for a really shitty defense.
The raccoons were trying to climb up the slide but occasionally got distracted by a hanging chain or a fellow raccoon or otherwise stumbled and went sliding back down.
Meanwhile, in holding, at least three, possibly four raccoons escaped from their cages and were crawling under things.
Maura hard boiled eggs for the raccoons to eat because they make a mess out of raw eggs and someone has to clean that shit up, possibly Maura. The eggs were past their expiration date so I don't recommend eating them. They also got green beans, corn on the cob, and plantains. Maura says the animals eat better than she does.
Someone wrote this eulogy for Penelope: You were always a mean goat. We loved you for that. Rest now. You can beat up the deceased souls. Lucky you. RIP.
I'd be proud to have that on my grave, except I'm not a goat. But I could picture Penelope running around the Asphodel Fields headbutting anyone who doesn't pay Charon's fare.
Maura pulled out a block of frozen rodents and had it thaw out in the sink, where mice would occasionally fall off, like the Granfalloon from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. By far this is the creepiest thing Shelby has seen and she's seen lots of creepy things. It's not the creepiest thing I've seen. Taylor says it looks like a giant rice krispie treat they sell at her work. She just put an image in your head. I think it looks like an abstract impressionist painting in black, white, and brown, and they're all ended up grouped together by color.
I thought he said kestrels but he said castrations. That's how you know when it's autumn, no matter what the weather's like, when you start seeing things like rails. That and there are only two interns.
There is chinchilla hair in Josh's mouth. He doesn't know how to feel about dill pickle chips or people who make sandwiches out of tuna or chicken, I'm not sure which, which is a fault of my memory and not with Samantha's way of speaking, pickles, and dill pickle chips.
One great blue heron was super-aggressive and now he's just dead. One great blue heron came in with the ulna sticking out and that knob at the end of it broken, and Josh could even see the radius, so we put him out of his misery."A big black one would be preferable," Jacob said, referring to a garbage bag.
"That's what she said," Taylor said.
"Didn't know you were that desperate," Jacob responded.
Jacob says "no more baby deliveries."
Taylor says "Good. All my friends are having babies and when I'm 40, my kids are going to have no one to play with. Just kidding. Who would want kids?"
China is setting up national parks for Amur tigers and leopards and have learned that tigers don't need huge swaths of forest, they just need corridors.
Laos is shitting down tiger farms for superstitious idiot and trying to get China, Vietnam, and Thailand to follow. Burma is allowing wildlife researchers to visit. There's a plump brown songbird that looks like a young robin. It's called a Táchira antpitta, and they just discovered a small population of them in Venezuela.
Meanwhile, Danielle says that Ashley is her usual self.
I understand that usual is relative but
burning question: that's not actually good news, is it?
Taylor tries to press the skunk's tail against its scent glands and cover that up with a towel but they'll try to spray anyway and the room and nearby hallway now reeks of skunk and possibly death. Some people keep skunks as pets and remove the scent glands.
Jacob says this is "whatever" if you're going to keep them but a death sentence for the skunk if it cant use its only defense.
They have rabies but that makes for a really shitty defense.
The raccoons were trying to climb up the slide but occasionally got distracted by a hanging chain or a fellow raccoon or otherwise stumbled and went sliding back down.
Meanwhile, in holding, at least three, possibly four raccoons escaped from their cages and were crawling under things.
Maura hard boiled eggs for the raccoons to eat because they make a mess out of raw eggs and someone has to clean that shit up, possibly Maura. The eggs were past their expiration date so I don't recommend eating them. They also got green beans, corn on the cob, and plantains. Maura says the animals eat better than she does.
Someone wrote this eulogy for Penelope: You were always a mean goat. We loved you for that. Rest now. You can beat up the deceased souls. Lucky you. RIP.
I'd be proud to have that on my grave, except I'm not a goat. But I could picture Penelope running around the Asphodel Fields headbutting anyone who doesn't pay Charon's fare.
Maura pulled out a block of frozen rodents and had it thaw out in the sink, where mice would occasionally fall off, like the Granfalloon from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. By far this is the creepiest thing Shelby has seen and she's seen lots of creepy things. It's not the creepiest thing I've seen. Taylor says it looks like a giant rice krispie treat they sell at her work. She just put an image in your head. I think it looks like an abstract impressionist painting in black, white, and brown, and they're all ended up grouped together by color.
I thought he said kestrels but he said castrations. That's how you know when it's autumn, no matter what the weather's like, when you start seeing things like rails. That and there are only two interns.
There is chinchilla hair in Josh's mouth. He doesn't know how to feel about dill pickle chips or people who make sandwiches out of tuna or chicken, I'm not sure which, which is a fault of my memory and not with Samantha's way of speaking, pickles, and dill pickle chips.
One great blue heron was super-aggressive and now he's just dead. One great blue heron came in with the ulna sticking out and that knob at the end of it broken, and Josh could even see the radius, so we put him out of his misery."A big black one would be preferable," Jacob said, referring to a garbage bag.
"That's what she said," Taylor said.
"Didn't know you were that desperate," Jacob responded.
Jacob says "no more baby deliveries."
Taylor says "Good. All my friends are having babies and when I'm 40, my kids are going to have no one to play with. Just kidding. Who would want kids?"
China is setting up national parks for Amur tigers and leopards and have learned that tigers don't need huge swaths of forest, they just need corridors.
Laos is shitting down tiger farms for superstitious idiot and trying to get China, Vietnam, and Thailand to follow. Burma is allowing wildlife researchers to visit. There's a plump brown songbird that looks like a young robin. It's called a Táchira antpitta, and they just discovered a small population of them in Venezuela.
Meanwhile, Danielle says that Ashley is her usual self.
I understand that usual is relative but
burning question: that's not actually good news, is it?
