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Paws. Wild again.

August 27, 2003, 9:57 PM

They had extra meal worms at PAWS tonight. I brought some home. They're alive. They sat in the passenger seat.

I did not buckle them in.

I said "Hey spousal!" and opened the lid to the container.

"Mealworms! Pretty cool huh?"

Spousal asked what I was doing with them.

"Well, I'm going to cook them of course."

Spousal's mouth dropped open and he stared at me for quite a while. Waiting for me to say "Oh ha ha ha!"

I waited.

He said, "No really, what are you going to do with them?"

"Eat them....................................Oh c'mon dude, they're for the chickens."

Hell yeaaah. The chickens gonna love the chicken mama tomorrow. I've got live squishy worms for them.

It's odd looking at the many large containers we have of mealworms. They're kept in rubbermaid storage bins with rice baby food and chunks of fruit. The bins look calm until you take a sifter to get them out and there's no way to describe it other than a mountain of meal worms rise to the surface and look as if they're boiling in the bins.

I hope you all aren't eating right now.

*******

More sickness. I have to get this out of my system because I'm going to have nightmares otherwise. I emptied out the full dead bucket. Carried it up to the cooler. Opened the cooler door. Usually I can run in and run out. The cans closest to the door were full. One had a really pretty dog staring at me with its dead eyes. I make it sound really heartless, but it's only to keep me from being really upset. I had to actually walk into the cooler and try to empty out the dead garbage bag as fast as I could. And it isn't easy to do. They use extra heavy duty large garbage bags for a reason, but usually you have to find an end and try to dump it out and the dead animals usually bunch up in the middle of the sack. You have to keep turning the sack to make all of the dead animals come out.

Very very upsetting. It sounds really stupid, but I almost let out a blood curdling scream. I had swung the door open but it was starting to close. I berate myself for being such a wimp.

*******

In other news, I left a note for this dude about going along on an opus release.

.

That's Kevin. Gee, isn't he darling? He's the naturalist. What is a naturalist? Just what I wondered. What in the hell does a naturalist do anyway? Amazingly, they do a lot. Or rather, this dude does a lot. He's a liason between the public and PAWS. Handles difficult situations. He goes to different locations to see if they're fit for releasing a specific animal/bird species. He can tell if there are too many of a specific bird species in one area.

Oh. I guess he can also make some sort of bird call that sounds just like the bird. And he has a small cork board made out of various wine corks. How pretentious. But he does look really good in jean shorts, which he wears a lot.

So to get to Sr. Volunteer status, I have to release an animal. Bird. Or opus. Opus is my choice. And I choose those oppossum's. Because I'm quite fond of them now. A Sr. volunteer showed me how you tell the males from females as tiny babies. No, not that way. The females have little tiny pouches on their tummy's. Is that not the cutest fucking thing? It is cute. So I'm quite fond of those opus people.

Oh hey, I was feeding squirrels today. They have to seperate some of them because they don't have a mother. And if their eyes aren't open, they go looking for something to suck on. And if there's a group of them, they usually find a penis. They're not porn squirrels people, ok? It's just normal. So then the males get sores. And they have to separate them. Until they get better. And you have to put medicine on their wangs.

I just have to say that the squirrels I fed and medicinized today were really.....they had some serious cajones. I'll bet when they reach maturity, all the chick squirrels will be fighting over them.

I hate walking into a seemingly normal room in the wildlife area only to find a dead animal thawing.

That bugs.

Yeah. It's late. I'm fucked in the head. Going to bed.

BTW, thanks for all the kitten weight gain tips. I've been feeding her formula now. I'm going to mix in some rice cereal to stop her up. I'm tired of washing her little butt.

But.

I keep thinking her butt is getting better and just when I think that, she starts oozing. She's gaining weight. I can tell she's not dehydrated, but I'll have to call tomorrow. Could be normal. I don't know. I've never had a kitten. Ever. But the oozing thing. Even though I think it's getting better, like it only happened a couple of times today...I just think it's better to take her in. And you all are probably like "duh!"


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