Dunkin’ Mice
Georgie_grrl has added a photo to the pool:
Not my way to start my morning but hey, to each their own! ;p
victor, the dead mystery present, as i found him
postbear has added a photo to the pool:
once again, this is the first photograph in a set - viewed individually they make very little sense (and only nonsense when viewed collectively).
the water heater god in my building decides, every once in a while, that hot water is a privilege and that it must be appeased with fresh blood. after a few days of erratic shower disasters, i set some traps....
36 hours after the traps were set and two of them robbed of their peanut butter and carrot chunk bait, little victor here decided to sacrifice himself for the sake of my cleanliness and the cleanliness of my dishes.
no dumping city cleans only the sidewalk.
Half my Dad's age has added a photo to the pool:
mouse embryo progression
postbear has added a photo to the pool:
i'll put on my intelligent design hat here and patiently explain for you laymen all the technical details of this lucite encased rodent collection.
a: awfully small speck of nothing. it's clear that lifeforms do not grow from micropebbles, so this is irrelevant.
b: barely enough here to bother with, but apparently this bit could eventually be a baby so i'm fighting tooth and nail to kill people who might give it the stinkeye.
c: chewed-up, half-rotten remains of a corn kernel? who the hell knows? whatever it is, it's disgusting.
d: doggie! i see a doggie! man, this is better than looking at clouds.
e: eww. that thing the science people say is an egg-sac looks like a purse, which is just kind of stupid.
f: finally, a mouse. hardly worth the time and effort, but i'm a shut-in so it's either this or i count the floor tiles again.
mouse embryo progression
postbear has added a photo to the pool:
i'll put on my intelligent design hat here and patiently explain for you laymen all the technical details of this lucite encased rodent collection.
a: awfully small speck of nothing. it's clear that lifeforms do not grow from micropebbles, so this is irrelevant.
b: barely enough here to bother with, but apparently this bit could eventually be a baby so i'm fighting tooth and nail to kill people who might give it the stinkeye.
c: chewed-up, half-rotten remains of a corn kernel? who the hell knows? whatever it is, it's disgusting.
d: doggie! i see a doggie! man, this is better than looking at clouds.
e: eww. that thing the science people say is an egg-sac looks like a purse, which is just kind of stupid.
f: finally, a mouse. hardly worth the time and effort, but i'm a shut-in so it's either this or i count the floor tiles again.
the birks box
postbear has added a photo to the pool:
after the last few giftbag adventures, i have decided to save up any suitable containers in case the gods favour me with gifts. birks, for those who don't know, is a chain of jewellery shops founded by henry birks in the late nineteenth century. for some time, these iconic little blue boxes have indicated that the recipient was about to become the owner of an expensive, tastefully designed bauble. though my box, scavenged from a recycling bin, was a tiny bit stained and beaten up, i believed its allure would be intact (similar to finding a well-worn wallet in the street, i should think).