Regarding the skunk
The lab director last week said there would be skunks. She said. But when I read through the manual again, there's no mention of furry mammals! It's all amphibians this and reptiles that, and yeah, I'm studying animals, but I am shamelessly (shamelessly!) partial to the cute fuzzy half of it!
Not creepy-looking frogs looking at me creepily.
Will be heading off to the museum in a bit, so I'm hoping the manual was wrong and that white tiger I've been thinking about will be there just because.
Will update when I return!
Update part deux:
THERE WERE NO SKUNKS D:
But there was proof that I, like lalang, am not able to keep an opinion for very long :D
More info after dinner is served~
Upadte part tiga:
Dinner was rather measly pizza and a Mars Ice Cream bar. Accordingly I am high on sugar, and am in an exceedingly good mood.
Today was my day out at the Museum. Three hours of gay frolicking, more like. We had an hour-long lecture from the Head of Herpetology, which was basically his subtle declaration of undying love for amphibians.
Short of the actual words, "I declare my undying love for amphibians", we were allowed to peek into this torrid, splendid love affair.
Now, see, before this, I thought reptiles and amphibians should run rampant somewhere far away. Be restricted to Australia, or something. They scare me, and look funny, and scare me.
Except, ah, we had a heavy-petting session with all sorts of things.
That's when my lalang nature kicked in.
Lalang is a sort of grass, and bows easily in the wind. So if you are a lalang, it means that you're easily swayed by things.
If you would remember the Botanical Ground incident? Ahaha, I dislike plants, urgh, they don't do anything.
And from that it became omg can I please be a volunteer to help you grow things plsplsplspls?
Well. I went from thinking snakes are a scalier version of Satan to making eyes at tree frogs before the session was over.
Seriously. The poisonous dart frogs were wee little things, just a little bigger than my thumb, and are shiny and sparkle and awesome and I wanted to steal one and let it hop about in my hair because diamond hairclips ain't got nothing on this bby. I stroked a sortof horned lizard, whose feet were so achingly soft. Like rich velvet, except awesomer. He walked all over me, the cute bastard, and I let him. Then I got handed a python that everyone forgot about.
Like, seriously.
I was holding it and rubbing into its side with my thumb and chanting don'tbitedon'tbitedon'tbite, then when it was time for the group to move on to the next series of creatures, the demonstrator started talking about green mambas to the lecturer while I was left wondering if I had enough time to make a run for it with an exotic animal in my hands. Handy fact, maybe. Snakes on trees tend to be a lot tetchier than snakes on the ground.
They're way more sensitive, phwoar.
Also, my favourite part, the chameleon. Now, like, even before I got turned over to the Amp!hibian and Reptile team, I've liked chameleons. They're slow, I'm slow. They're mellow, I'm mellow. They're eyes tend not to see eye to eye with each other, my eyes tend not to see eye to eye with each other. So to get one climbing leisurely up my arm with his super silly feet grasping my fingers and his tail curled about for balance, my god, it was like being hugged by a kindred spirit.
It then climbed up to my neck and stopped moving.
I HAVE PICTURES OF A CHAMELEON SCARF, MEIN GOTT.
Poked an Australian monitor lizard, got hissed at by a Madagascar hissing cockroach, and was happily assaulted by a Peruvian stick insect. An insect that, without a doubt, has the gayest wings in the Universe. They are pink and girl fairies wish they had them.
The day ended with a warm round of applause for the lecturer and demonstrators for ensuring no creatures were harmed in the making of this good day.
And gosh, it was a good day.
Preceded by a hearty lunch, a leisurely getting-ready, and a mood that was pretty well-off to begin with because of the curious incident that occurred in the previous night-time (Vi, I'm looking at you).
All my immediately-necessary work is done, and I'll be going out tonight to see a few friends I've not seen for a while now. I have bought bread and biscuits and butter, and am set to have a rollicking good weekend, even if nothing wilder than a trip to the park happens.
The only properly sad thing to've happened is the saddening discovery that the elastic in the cuffs of my sweaters have gone loose due to over-use D: Now when I push my sleeves up my arms they just slide back down. *mourns*
Here, have a picture from the dining hall. Floating lights are reflections of the ceiling lighting, never fear, this was no UFO sighting~
Not creepy-looking frogs looking at me creepily.
Will be heading off to the museum in a bit, so I'm hoping the manual was wrong and that white tiger I've been thinking about will be there just because.
Will update when I return!
Update part deux:
THERE WERE NO SKUNKS D:
But there was proof that I, like lalang, am not able to keep an opinion for very long :D
More info after dinner is served~
Upadte part tiga:
Dinner was rather measly pizza and a Mars Ice Cream bar. Accordingly I am high on sugar, and am in an exceedingly good mood.
Today was my day out at the Museum. Three hours of gay frolicking, more like. We had an hour-long lecture from the Head of Herpetology, which was basically his subtle declaration of undying love for amphibians.
Short of the actual words, "I declare my undying love for amphibians", we were allowed to peek into this torrid, splendid love affair.
Now, see, before this, I thought reptiles and amphibians should run rampant somewhere far away. Be restricted to Australia, or something. They scare me, and look funny, and scare me.
Except, ah, we had a heavy-petting session with all sorts of things.
That's when my lalang nature kicked in.
Lalang is a sort of grass, and bows easily in the wind. So if you are a lalang, it means that you're easily swayed by things.
If you would remember the Botanical Ground incident? Ahaha, I dislike plants, urgh, they don't do anything.
And from that it became omg can I please be a volunteer to help you grow things plsplsplspls?
Well. I went from thinking snakes are a scalier version of Satan to making eyes at tree frogs before the session was over.
Seriously. The poisonous dart frogs were wee little things, just a little bigger than my thumb, and are shiny and sparkle and awesome and I wanted to steal one and let it hop about in my hair because diamond hairclips ain't got nothing on this bby. I stroked a sortof horned lizard, whose feet were so achingly soft. Like rich velvet, except awesomer. He walked all over me, the cute bastard, and I let him. Then I got handed a python that everyone forgot about.
Like, seriously.
I was holding it and rubbing into its side with my thumb and chanting don'tbitedon'tbitedon'tbite, then when it was time for the group to move on to the next series of creatures, the demonstrator started talking about green mambas to the lecturer while I was left wondering if I had enough time to make a run for it with an exotic animal in my hands. Handy fact, maybe. Snakes on trees tend to be a lot tetchier than snakes on the ground.
They're way more sensitive, phwoar.
Also, my favourite part, the chameleon. Now, like, even before I got turned over to the Amp!hibian and Reptile team, I've liked chameleons. They're slow, I'm slow. They're mellow, I'm mellow. They're eyes tend not to see eye to eye with each other, my eyes tend not to see eye to eye with each other. So to get one climbing leisurely up my arm with his super silly feet grasping my fingers and his tail curled about for balance, my god, it was like being hugged by a kindred spirit.
It then climbed up to my neck and stopped moving.
I HAVE PICTURES OF A CHAMELEON SCARF, MEIN GOTT.
Poked an Australian monitor lizard, got hissed at by a Madagascar hissing cockroach, and was happily assaulted by a Peruvian stick insect. An insect that, without a doubt, has the gayest wings in the Universe. They are pink and girl fairies wish they had them.
The day ended with a warm round of applause for the lecturer and demonstrators for ensuring no creatures were harmed in the making of this good day.
And gosh, it was a good day.
Preceded by a hearty lunch, a leisurely getting-ready, and a mood that was pretty well-off to begin with because of the curious incident that occurred in the previous night-time (Vi, I'm looking at you).
All my immediately-necessary work is done, and I'll be going out tonight to see a few friends I've not seen for a while now. I have bought bread and biscuits and butter, and am set to have a rollicking good weekend, even if nothing wilder than a trip to the park happens.
The only properly sad thing to've happened is the saddening discovery that the elastic in the cuffs of my sweaters have gone loose due to over-use D: Now when I push my sleeves up my arms they just slide back down. *mourns*
Here, have a picture from the dining hall. Floating lights are reflections of the ceiling lighting, never fear, this was no UFO sighting~