My "college squirrel" was Tasslehoff. I loved having him around-until he caught sight of the bag of bread behind me. The heck with the little chunks- he wanted the mother lode! He tried to leap into the room, and I had to wrap my hand in a curtain and shove him out. The little fuzzball was GROWLING!
They can get scary in East Lansing, too. Back when I was a student, I swear I saw a group of young black-furred squirrels practicing their ninja training by the library. But when I looked again, they had vanished into the shadows...
Oh no--naming wild animals! That's dangerous! ;-) Recently, we had a wild gray mouse on our driveway. It wasn't afraid of us at all. Since it was charcoal colored, I took to calling it "Kingsford." I, too, was wondering if it would be a boy or girl, so maybe it should be "Queensford"? Laura (mtlawson's wife)
Oh, I know. But I *think* the kids both understand we're not getting any more animals. 3 cats, 2 dogs, a hamster, and a bunch of fish are more than enough.
It's a totally open pseudonym. They even list the Toby books in the front of Feed, under "Mira Grant writing as Seanan McGuire." I feel very quantum.
You should bring Clara to visit Northern California. We can head to Santa Cruz, land of small frogs, butterfly migrations, and electric yellow slugs the length of your forearm.
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Now the jays, on the other hand...
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Those are great names for the mouse! :-)
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You should bring Clara to visit Northern California. We can head to Santa Cruz, land of small frogs, butterfly migrations, and electric yellow slugs the length of your forearm.
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Not sure what Clara would think of the slugs, but she'd love the frogs and the butterflies!
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And then the leaves open their wings, and you're standing in a cathedral made of butterflies.
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