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Just returned from another trip down to LA. This is hopefully the last one, and now I can focus on other things, like the arts I owe. :D
Tomorrow is art day! Someday, I will figure out how to stream, and I can share the arting with folks. Well, probably only the one or two of you who are bored enough to watch me doodling, anyhow.
Also, while I was home, I got some new photos of Mousie and Bob:
( Beyond this cut, a kitty and a giant death spider -- you have been warned. )
Tomorrow is art day! Someday, I will figure out how to stream, and I can share the arting with folks. Well, probably only the one or two of you who are bored enough to watch me doodling, anyhow.
Also, while I was home, I got some new photos of Mousie and Bob:
( Beyond this cut, a kitty and a giant death spider -- you have been warned. )
Last night, I was showering.
I look up. There's a daddy longlegs chilling on his web, just above my head. I figure, eh, I won't move him. He's high enough up that he shouldn't get wet, and I wasn't planning on taking a long enough shower for the steam to hurt him. I soap up my brush, then look back up... just in time to see a freaking tarantula sling skitter across the ceiling after the daddy longlegs.
I was out of that shower so quick, you have no idea.
The tarantula is, maybe, the size of a quarter. It looks like it wants some delicious daddy longlegs for dinner. Except daddy longlegs webs aren't nearly sturdy enough to hold a T, even a baby. So it flails all over, trying to get a grip and pull the other arachnid in. By now, I'm getting cold, and annoyed. The little jackass ruined my shower. I hop back in, but stay as far away from him as I can, and keep watch.
The tarantula evidently accepted defeat, because it climbed down off the ceiling, and tried to come into the stall with me... only to realize, too late, that the shower walls are not climbable. I feel there should have been a very tiny "Oh shi--!" as it tumbled into the small crack between the shower and bathroom wall.
I didn't see it again, so I can only assume it found its way back outside where it belongs.
And never tries to get in my house again.
Gah.
...And, for the record, the idiot daddy longlegs needed to be rescued five minutes later. Because they are dumb, and it tried to rappell into my hair.
I look up. There's a daddy longlegs chilling on his web, just above my head. I figure, eh, I won't move him. He's high enough up that he shouldn't get wet, and I wasn't planning on taking a long enough shower for the steam to hurt him. I soap up my brush, then look back up... just in time to see a freaking tarantula sling skitter across the ceiling after the daddy longlegs.
I was out of that shower so quick, you have no idea.
The tarantula is, maybe, the size of a quarter. It looks like it wants some delicious daddy longlegs for dinner. Except daddy longlegs webs aren't nearly sturdy enough to hold a T, even a baby. So it flails all over, trying to get a grip and pull the other arachnid in. By now, I'm getting cold, and annoyed. The little jackass ruined my shower. I hop back in, but stay as far away from him as I can, and keep watch.
The tarantula evidently accepted defeat, because it climbed down off the ceiling, and tried to come into the stall with me... only to realize, too late, that the shower walls are not climbable. I feel there should have been a very tiny "Oh shi--!" as it tumbled into the small crack between the shower and bathroom wall.
I didn't see it again, so I can only assume it found its way back outside where it belongs.
And never tries to get in my house again.
Gah.
...And, for the record, the idiot daddy longlegs needed to be rescued five minutes later. Because they are dumb, and it tried to rappell into my hair.
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http://caboodleranch.livejournal.com/43479.html
I'd seen this place on the news so often... it always looked like such a wonderful place for cats.
PETA is a terrible organization. They've raided my school before, and now they've raided Caboodle Ranch... I sure hope they don't get to the Cat House on the Kings. :/
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I'd seen this place on the news so often... it always looked like such a wonderful place for cats.
PETA is a terrible organization. They've raided my school before, and now they've raided Caboodle Ranch... I sure hope they don't get to the Cat House on the Kings. :/
Squeeky, of the Many Vetbills
Feb. 15th, 2012 10:16 pmYesterday, my mom called me and said, "Squeeky had to go to the doctor today."
"Why," asked the kiffies, "did he fall off the roof, again?"
"No, he couldn't walk."
Squeeky, in his infinite ability to get into every imaginable bad situation, had gotten into a fight. His leg was... well, let's just say that he was doing a great impression of a pirate. Nothing broken or missing, but certainly out of working order.
( The rest of the TMI story here. )
"Why," asked the kiffies, "did he fall off the roof, again?"
"No, he couldn't walk."
Squeeky, in his infinite ability to get into every imaginable bad situation, had gotten into a fight. His leg was... well, let's just say that he was doing a great impression of a pirate. Nothing broken or missing, but certainly out of working order.
( The rest of the TMI story here. )
WTF: Once Again...
Feb. 8th, 2012 04:56 pmSome pets have been poisoned by chicken dog treats, manufactured in China, and sold by various common brands.
http://starwatcher307.livejournal.com/423118.html
http://starwatcher307.livejournal.com/423118.html
Displeased Kiff, and a Video
Jan. 12th, 2012 11:44 amThe lady who was supposed to come and see Hermes never materialized. More to the point, she has so far not returned any of my calls, nor the email I sent with pictures of Hermes, not even to just say, "Nope, that's not my bird."
I am generally very accommodating about things like this, but something about this whole situation just rubbed me wrong. So, fuck it all. Fella's mine now.
Given his penchant for random, loud, repetitive outbursts (cocktiels!), this may not be a good thing...
I am generally very accommodating about things like this, but something about this whole situation just rubbed me wrong. So, fuck it all. Fella's mine now.
Given his penchant for random, loud, repetitive outbursts (cocktiels!), this may not be a good thing...
Minor Hermes Update
Jan. 8th, 2012 04:25 pmI went on to ParrotAlert.com and found someone near me that lost a 'tiel that looks suspiciously like Hermes in April. I called her, and she's coming over on Tuesday to make an ID.
On the one hand, yay! I may have found Hermes' owner! On the other hand... *sad sigh* I kinda like the little guy.
On the one hand, yay! I may have found Hermes' owner! On the other hand... *sad sigh* I kinda like the little guy.
Why I've Been MIA...
Jan. 7th, 2012 05:10 pm
His name is Hermes. My cousin just kinda... dropped him off.
So. Yeah. The last week has been split between OH GOD SCHOOL and OH GOD BIRD.
So, cat-owning folks, you may want to read through here:
http://issendai.livejournal.com/601049.html
Purina has a whole host of sub-brands, including Friskies, our cats' meal of choice -- well, not anymore.
Just called my mom and had her take the cats' food away. They'll get a new bag of noms tomorrow. I just hope that Petsmart will refund us on the unused cans. As for new stuff, I'm thinking Mousie might like a big ol' bag of Royal Canin for Christmas. :D
http://issendai.livejournal.com/601049.html
Purina has a whole host of sub-brands, including Friskies, our cats' meal of choice -- well, not anymore.
Just called my mom and had her take the cats' food away. They'll get a new bag of noms tomorrow. I just hope that Petsmart will refund us on the unused cans. As for new stuff, I'm thinking Mousie might like a big ol' bag of Royal Canin for Christmas. :D
You ever have that urge...
Nov. 27th, 2011 06:14 am...to embarrass yourself, before someone else does it?
I was talking torandom_redshirt a little while ago about how I never log into Facebook. We got on the topic that I hadn't changed my profile picture in over four years. I made a crack that at least it wasn't still me dressed like a superhero. She gave me a curious look, and then I sat back and thought... had it ever been? Facebook must have come after that!
I care so little about Facebook that I guess I'd never gotten around to uploading what is both the stupidest and most awesome picture of me, ever. (Awesome because it's so stupid, it comes right back around, see.) So, I might as well put it here.
( High school-aged kiff made bad decisions. )
...Yeeeeah.
So. My nerd membership is secure, I think.
I was talking to
random_redshirt a little while ago about how I never log into Facebook. We got on the topic that I hadn't changed my profile picture in over four years. I made a crack that at least it wasn't still me dressed like a superhero. She gave me a curious look, and then I sat back and thought... had it ever been? Facebook must have come after that!I care so little about Facebook that I guess I'd never gotten around to uploading what is both the stupidest and most awesome picture of me, ever. (Awesome because it's so stupid, it comes right back around, see.) So, I might as well put it here.
( High school-aged kiff made bad decisions. )
...Yeeeeah.
So. My nerd membership is secure, I think.
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Goodbye, Handsome Boy
Nov. 24th, 2011 03:08 amAs I'm sure most of you know, Frankie had been sick for a long time. The last few weeks, his kidneys totally stopped working. He fought it-- most fish with bad kidneys don't make it a week --and he almost made it an entire year. But this recent bout was too much.
On Sunday, he couldn't right himself, and he had trouble breathing. He still showed some fight (he ran all over hell when I showed him the net), so I gave him some medicine and let him be. I didn't want to put him down if he didn't want to go.
He went sometime Monday night. In the typical "I hate you, human" attitude of all bettafish, his last act was to ram himself inside of his favorite airplane decoration so tightly that I had to upturn the whole thing to get him out.
I buried him outside in the little dirt patch, next to an aloe plant. It's pointy and I think it hates me. I think they'll get along.
On Sunday, he couldn't right himself, and he had trouble breathing. He still showed some fight (he ran all over hell when I showed him the net), so I gave him some medicine and let him be. I didn't want to put him down if he didn't want to go.
He went sometime Monday night. In the typical "I hate you, human" attitude of all bettafish, his last act was to ram himself inside of his favorite airplane decoration so tightly that I had to upturn the whole thing to get him out.
I buried him outside in the little dirt patch, next to an aloe plant. It's pointy and I think it hates me. I think they'll get along.
I have a cup of frozen bloodworms defrosting in my front pocket.
The things I do for my fish. B|
The things I do for my fish. B|
Goodbye, Horrible Little Roach
Feb. 11th, 2011 09:27 amSometime during the night, Void managed to squeeze his way out of his tank via the filter gap.
I found him this morning on the floor, dry.
I tried to run him under the faucet, hoping his gills were still moist enough, but to no avail.
Goodbye, horrible little roach. You hated everything and everyone, but I loved you well enough.
I hope your heaven is full of rocks for digging and lots of things to pinch at.
I found him this morning on the floor, dry.
I tried to run him under the faucet, hoping his gills were still moist enough, but to no avail.
Goodbye, horrible little roach. You hated everything and everyone, but I loved you well enough.
I hope your heaven is full of rocks for digging and lots of things to pinch at.
My Fish is an Idiot
Feb. 2nd, 2011 08:23 pmrandom_redshirt left her hat on top of her computer before she went to school.Frankie, somehow, decided the hat was EVIL and had to be STOPPED.
He'd been flaring at it, non-stop, all evening. When I finally did move the hat to where he couldn't see it, he sank down to the gravel and POUTED.
I don't even.
One More Update
Jan. 27th, 2011 12:43 pmFrankie is eating, lively, and currently doing his best impression of a moray eel.
( And, all this time, I thought I had a bettafish. )
I don't know how the illness damaged his inside bits, but, for now, he's comfortable and happy.
Thank you, everyone, for the good thoughts and teeny, fishy prayers. I'm sure that's why he's still swimming around right now. :3
( And, all this time, I thought I had a bettafish. )
I don't know how the illness damaged his inside bits, but, for now, he's comfortable and happy.
Thank you, everyone, for the good thoughts and teeny, fishy prayers. I'm sure that's why he's still swimming around right now. :3
