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Real Live Digger

This turned up in my in-box t'other day, from the wombat rehabilitators at Russell's Burrow, and made me very happy. Go, real-life Digger!

http://www.metalandmagic.com/Images/LJimages/digger.jpg

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ursulav

Real Live Digger

This turned up in my in-box t’other day, from the wombat rehabilitators at Russell’s Burrow, and made me very happy. Go, real-life Digger!

http://www.metalandmagic.com/Images/LJimages/digger.jpg

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Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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Another entry in the "horrified fascination" department...
http://www.courierpostonline.com/news/southjersey/m100404c.htm

Because I wasn't scared enough of leeches already...

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ursulav

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Another entry in the “horrified fascination” department…
http://www.courierpostonline.com/news/southjersey/m100404c.htm

Because I wasn’t scared enough of leeches already…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Slice of Life

Picked up James at work today, and were driving home, listening to a report on NPR about black-footed ferrets and ranchers who want to poison the prairie dogs that the ferrets are eating, claiming that it won't hurt the ferrets. (Sure.)

"Gah!" I said. "Such bullshit! They'll poison the ferrets!"

"They will?" said James.

"Yeah!"

"How?"

"...well, the ferrets will eat the prairie dogs..."

"Ferrets EAT prairie dogs?!"

"Yeeeeess..."

"Aren't they weasels?"

"Yeeeess..."

"OH MY GOD! Weasels are </i>carnivores?!"</i>

Silence reigned briefly in the car.

"Drive!" screamed James. "I have to make a phone call!"

And while I whooped hysterically, "My god! I thought they ate fruit and nuts! Weasels down the pants is not nearly as funny as I thought! Drive! Drive!"

I love that guy.

breeden
ursulav

Slice of Life

Picked up James at work today, and were driving home, listening to a report on NPR about black-footed ferrets and ranchers who want to poison the prairie dogs that the ferrets are eating, claiming that it won’t hurt the ferrets. (Sure.)

“Gah!” I said. “Such bullshit! They’ll poison the ferrets!”

“They will?” said James.

“Yeah!”

“How?”

“…well, the ferrets will eat the prairie dogs…”

“Ferrets EAT prairie dogs?!”

“Yeeeeess…”

“Aren’t they weasels?”

“Yeeeess…”

“OH MY GOD! Weasels are </i>carnivores?!”</i>

Silence reigned briefly in the car.

“Drive!” screamed James. “I have to make a phone call!”

And while I whooped hysterically, “My god! I thought they ate fruit and nuts! Weasels down the pants is not nearly as funny as I thought! Drive! Drive!”

I love that guy.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.