screams of the wounded

[yamamanama]

Here are some skunks getting released.

We had some sugar gliders AKA short-headed rope dancers. They’re a kind of possum, not to be confused with opossum, and they’re called possums because they’re marsupials who superficially resemble American opossums and Australians are remarkably uncreative people, and they’re from Australia, New Guinea, and parts of Indonesia. I think that they look like baby ewoks. Females have two ovaries and two uteri. They’re popular as pets though they aren’t particularly good as pets. They have to bond with people or else they become neurotic. So they’re like the inverse of cats. Or perhaps they form hermitian bijections onto cats.
I don't know what it is Abby fed them. I think they were female, because males have a bald patch on their foreheads.

Chameleons remind me of Cookie Monster. Their eyes function in such a way that they can focus on two distinct objects at one time.

Our screech owl flies great but he’s always crashing into walls.
The groundhog, rabbit, black duck, and goose are getting released. We have a peregrine with a coracoid luxation, and we’re going to rest him becuase he’s a psycho.
We have a red-tailed hawk that does everything right but fly. He hit a window twice.
A rodo died on Saturday night and by the next day, the flesh on his face was eaten down to the bone by maggots.
The hummingbird was enraptured by a hibiscus flower.
Critical care is good, says Christina. It’s like a smoothie with hay.
Abby tossed some ice with vegetables in them to the raccoons, shouted “let it rain!” and they weren’t amused at all. She's going to take pictures and make a cookbook so everyone will know what to make for the animals.
Raccoons don't like a lot of green things.
We released one batch last Friday and we're going to release the rest of them before the week ends.
Christina made applesauce and papaya applesauce. She’s sure it tasted good but she’s not brave enough to try it.
She says that if being a vet doesn’t work out, she’s going to open up an animal cafe in some hoity-toity place like LA for all the rich people with pampered pets.
Someone thought they could feed a semi-aquatic turtle dry food.
Cutting up a guinea pig for the vulture reminds Zack of dissections in school.
In the kitchen was a leaning tower of bowls.

Trump is starting to remind me of that Simpsons episode in which Bart says "That's not enough! We demand more asbestos! More asbestos! More asbestos!"
Michael says that Bart Simpson has a conscience.

Mallory told me about the time she saw a hawk kill a duck by harassing it until it couldn’t go underwater anymore.

It’s weird because yesterday, Ashley was around, who was weathering my presence, or perhaps she was seething with rage, who can tell, and Tulsi Gabbard won a primary election in a landslide and it rained yet again, and it was a good day, and then today sucked: I cut through my fingernail. Not much, but it still hurt like fuck. I’ve never done anything like that but I have broken nails. If it's anything like that, nobody will be able to tell in a week.

burning question: what do you think the Water Temple in Ocarina of Time smells like?