Thursday, April 28, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

You Learn Something New Every Day

Did you know

That's right,


Crows are the enemy. They also poop a lot. ON CARS.

Monday, April 25, 2011

For Lack of Anything Better...

Today is a day low on the inspiration scale... so you get something like this:

His name is Mr. Puddles.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Problem with Pests

So I've had a mouse issue for a little bit. I had been relatively successful with the trapping and removal of them until last night, around 3 AM, when I heard the tell-tale snap of the trap. As I got up to dispose of the remains, I realized this trap had not really gotten the whole mouse, just his little leg, so I had a terrified mouse running in circles around my cabinet, dragging the trap behind him. Though proud of my ability to do things on my own, a live, terrified, someone incapacitated mouse is a little beyond my expertise. So he remains there, trapped under a box, until I have some help removing him.

Yes, I do feel bad. No, I don't want him to suffer, but dammit, he shouldn't be in my apartment!

On a more amusing note, this whole escapade has thrown my cat into utter confusion. Spartacus has proven that not only does he not like to be pet or be bothered, but he is also a fairly incompetent hunter. Besides knowing the location of the mouse-trails, he hasn't really done anything. He just sort of sits and watches in a kind of dazed confusion. I believe he thinks they are down the drain in the sink, because that is where he most often perches to look.

Now, with the live trapped one, he is going bananas. It is in my cabinet, and he can hear it, but he can't see it. His solution has been to run back and forth across my apartment, yowling, stopping occasionally to stare at the cabinet until it makes a noise again.

If this weren't at 3 AM, I'm sure I would be much more amused.


I tried to calm him down with some treats, which ended up sitting in a pile in front of him as he sat down and looked dejected for a while.

Here's hoping I don't have any more small furry visitors for a bit.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Free Candy?

I'm a little swamped this week, due to my slacking last week, sigh. Someone brought in candy and left it in the reception area, which is always dangerous for someone with a sweet tooth like me. A coworker was still hungry after lunch, so I made her this:

CANDY!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Curmudgeon

So I decided Spart's full name would be Spartacus Curmudgeon, because he's like an angry old man. Then I realized the word curmudgeon makes me think of an angry muffin.

I bet Spart would eat him. Also, I highly recommend www.muffinfilms.com

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Signature Sounds 3

I'd find them less creepy if bats made this noise

Zoooob! Zooooob!

Monday, April 11, 2011

I like sweet things

Like ice cream. Come and rescue me from the dullness that is work!

Actually the beefy arms and legs make it less appetizing.
 Though most of the time, it's actually like this


Why do the things I love always run away from me? SUGAR, YOU'RE MINE!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Signature Sounds 2

I have no idea what sounds an anteater makes. But it could be
Stop being ants at a picnic.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Also...

Happy Birthday to the sister!!!

Signature Sounds

Look, that's the sound I would make if I were a ferret... or a stoat... or a meerkat... or whatever this thing is.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

So sleepy

Today is one of those days that besides minimal brain/motor function, I can't really think of anything else except sleep. So this is what comes out.

The Moon


Pillows, and me falling in to them.


...and cats. Always with the cats.


I mean it's a sleepy cat. Or it's barfing. That's why I added the words!!! Sigh.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Good old days


You made it across the river, but little Davey died from a snakebite.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Predators

Today we have a grass-blended serpent.
Please eat grass-blended serpent with a side of brown-owl.


I am not responsible for injuries sustained while trapping/cooking the animals.