April 13th, 2006

flying squirrel

mr waffles, the warren, and the lizard

And so I promised and so it shall be. All pictures courtesy of my sister.

But first, background. This is a rabbit post. If you are one of the poor souls who friended for porn and suddenly see this? Yeah. Sorry abou that. But to be fair, it's on my userinfo. So it's not like there wasn't warning. I bought a rabbit in mammalian panic, I got two more after this reptile petting zoo day, and now--yeah. Four.

When we last left our heroine, which for the sake of my ego is me, she had picked up a fourth rabbit from a chick at craigslist. We'll start there.

Okay, see, first off, my mother sent me the link to this, because of the lionhead thing. Lionheads are fluffy and grow this ruff aroudn their heads that--okay, see the name? You get the idea. It's really cute. It's also high maintenance, which actually may explain why he's just remarkably well-socialized, since he needs more brushing than the other three will ever allow me to do. Seriously. This is the proof that I'm not necessarily a bad rabbit parent. I have evil rabbits. But anyway, she asked an adoption fee, which is fine, so we went to get him and I fell totally in love when I first saw him.

Mr. Waffles--yeah, I'm sorry, he came with the name. There's nothing to be done but grit our teeth and just deal--came with a very cool cage, the smelliest and most horrible litter I have ever seen, an awesome watter bottle, a leash, and other paraphanelia. Yesterday was mostly spent talking to him so he'd get used to the sound of my voice, since well, he's bigger than the rest of the Warren and this baby could actually reach my throat if he put some back into it. He's five months old, the color of very light caramel or apricots, and as a rule, about as zen as can be. Compared to Reggie, he's comatose. Compared to say, an animal not in the throes of adolescent lust and dark sociopathic tendencies, he's pretty nice. Tested picking him up twice and holding him in my lap. He prefers ducking his head into the crook of my elbow but doesn't fight me at all. Seriously. I have no new hand scars. The current crop is almost completely in the scabbing stage. This is very new, since I've kind of gotten used to walking around with the look of someone who spends time playing wiht razors for fun.

Oh yeah, my life is a joy. I seriously sometimes sit and think, why again did you not want a cat?

Anyway, today, first step in rabbit bonding--I put his cage up against the Warren's pen. It was--I want to say cute, but I might have mentioned Reggie entered puberty? Well, Bryante and Sloppy have, too, so they all curled up together to rub against the pen and then--see, I'm creeping myself out, but seriously, they do this stuff right in front of me--they did this thing that I'm pretty sure is only possible in some extremely flexible gay porn. It was--yeah. I just need to go lie down and pray for them to get to five full months so they can be fixed. On the other hand, none are fighting, so I take my comfort in the fact that they make love, not war. Except with me. I got in the pen today, got two hard nips, one light one, and Reggie crawling in my hair to do his lawnmower impression. You think cute. Yeah. I barely escaped with my life.

Anyway, no overt hostility, though let me just say, Mr. Waffles could kick all their asses well before breakfast. He's about as athetlic as Reggie, but less graceful, making up for it in sheer mass.

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And there is our rabbit update. They're on a four lettuce and single vegetable salad for dinner, with a four-type hay I mixed from Timothy Grass, Orchard Grass, Bermuda Grass, and alfalfa, with a pellet mix in the mornings. Junior the Bearded Lizard is now one foot from nose to tip of tail and shedding in creepily large swathes, eating crickets and meal worms at an alarming rate. Meal. Worms. They like--*waves*--come in these containers? And as they warm up, they *move*. And if I thought it was horrifying to watch a cricket hang out of his mouth, I just didn't know. He has this thing he does where he looks at me from Child's shoulder and tries to jump at me. I want to say I have yet to pass out. I will say I have been on the coffee table more than once when he missed. We also shred some of the rabbit salad for him. He pretty much turns up his nose at it.

I have been reliably informed that some Bearded Lizards eat on baby mice later in life. I would like to state, hell no. This is my line in the sand. I will not buy tiny frozen--or God, tiny living--pink or furry baby mice to feed a reptile. It is not happening. Did you know they come frozen in packs? I did not. Now I do. I could have lived long without knowing.

I need to not think about this. Like, ever.
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The Thirteen Challenge

I am the worst challenge-assistant *ever*.

The Thirteen Challenge hosted at svmadelyn's LJ.

We've decided to take turns playing hostess, and so there will be challenges we've always wanted to issue that are smaller in size, but all under the same...umbrella theme here of "Make April Be Not-So-Boring". Next one will be up on Jenn's after this one ends Friday at midnight wherever you are.

Because I like to continue in my tradition of lame names, we'll just call this first one the Thirteen Challenge. slodwick and spaggel sparked the idea for this one very inadvertently, actually, so. Sorry to--um, associate you both with it, just being honest!

Your first April challenge, the Thirteen Challenge, is as follows:

Turn your favorite (or not so favorite, whatever, semantics) Stargate: Atlantis, Smallville, or Supernatural character(s) into any of the thirteen following:

Child
Clone
Evil overlord
Fairy
Ninja
Psychic
Royalty
Siren (Yes, from the Greek myth.)
Spy
Stripper
Vampire or some other demon
Wizard/Witch/God/Goddess
World Class Player of Something (Poker, Chess, Baccarat, whatever.)

I know I left out several things that feel as though they should be grouped here (mermaids, gangsters, hit men, hookers, elves, pirates, rock stars, etc.), but it's not a Thirteen Challenge for nothing, people.

Minimum word count is 100. Manips/fanart are welcomed for this one. Anything that makes me laugh the hardest or go OOOH (so no, does not need to be funny, can just be, you know, cool) "wins", so yeah, this is totally a subjective challenge here, people. Comment here with your entry, or comment with a link to it.

Winner gets a $5 gift certificate to either LJ or Amazon (if they have those?) and ETERNAL GLORY. That's RIGHT. Jenn might pick a favorite too for the hell of it, but that doesn't get you eternal glory or anything but a nice glow that Jenn likes you, she really likes you.


*nods* I WILL REALLY LIKE YOU!

Anyway, it's a forty-eight hour challenge wiht twenty-four hours left. Go crazy. Go wild. Have fun. *grins* Write.