“…in Sweden, it is illegal to train a seal to balance a ball on its nose…” (Wikipedia, Pinniped)
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I think I took this photo last October and never shared it with you.
If you look at it too much, it will probably give you the creeps. But I am a fan of spiders and have taught myself not to be completely terrified of them like when I was a child (and teenager and college student). I save most of them when possible and I taught my kids to do so as well. We are almost pathological about it.
It was all so long ago, when my friend taught me kill a spider, kill a thousand Buddhas. That was all it took.
The photo quality is horrible so you won’t be able to click and get a close up. It’s from my old camera—water spot, &c. (Even my new camera does not have great resolution when you use the close-up feature on my blog. Next stop? SLR. I know SLR sounds kinky, and maybe it could be, but it just stands for single lens reflex).
I am aware that that might be a bunch of baby spiders or some sort of eggs on its backside. I remember looking as closely as I could at it at the time and thinking, no, this is just the shape of its hiney.*
*aka abdomen or opisthosoma, which sounds Greek (and you know they are kinky).
Do you wish you had an anal tubercle or are you happy with your body the way it is?
I can tell you that I do appreciate spinnerets. What a cool feature.
He may not remember it, but the same friend who taught be about spiders and Buddhas said he wished he had the same type of nostrils as a pinniped so he could close them (or, you might say seal them off, ha ha!) at will; when necessary; in water.
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I was not a good mom today. Send me good
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Long, long ago, early on in my blogging, I thought a regular feature might be to re-tell some of the stories from our local newspaper’s police blotter. But it didn’t last because mostly there is domestic violence between moms and kids or siblings and siblings or boyfriends and girlfriends or people arguing over money or texting fights and drunk driving and drunken violence with thrown objects and homeless people and urinating and bike/car collisions. And you don’t want to hear about those things, do you? I know you have your own problems.
However, last week’s blotter brought this lovely tidbit:
SUNDAY, SEPT. 23
ANIMAL COMPLAINTS
• 10:26 a.m. — A loose dog wearing a pink scarf was found on Columbia Drive.
There is so much to recommend that news item. It’s so heartening. I feel almost redeemed. And what do you think they mean by loose? Because when I was in high school, that had a particular meaning, if you catch my drift. Wearing pink? It all starts to make sense.
I could not find a good photo of a good dog with a pink scarf when I searched google images, but wouldn’t you know, I found a cat?
Fluffy
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Wait, I found one! Who’s a good dog?
Max (or Maxine)
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