Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

I got invited to drinks with girl and the roommate, and had a great time. We went to one of those not quite a sports bar, not quite a pub joints that pop up all over

well

everywhere, but particularly topeka and lawrence.

Had a great time. Had a beer the size of a cow femur (no really) and told some of my A material.

I think I'm in good with the friend.

That's always a plus, and I got invited to make it a thing.

I like that idea.
But I won't always be as on as I was last night.
I'll eventually run out of interesting new things to say.

Such is life.

The real twist in this story is
I left Clover out for a few hours today, cuz, y'know, she should be done with her girly issue, and before I left to go back from lunch. I go out to pat her and tell her bye
and she's pawing at this weird puff of hair and leaves

and I look at it and I think "man, its something dead," so I nudge it with my foot and there's nothing underneath... but it squeaked.

...
puffs don't squeak, so I look to my right, and Clover has a tiny baby rabbit out on the ground that she's pawing and sniffing and
F R E A K I N G out over.

Shit!
This has got to be the worst rabbit nest I've ever seen.

Its barely covered, and its about 2 inches into the dirt. No burrow or tunnels attached.
After I uncovered the nest I remembered there's a 130lb carnivore right next to me
so I took Clover in and got back to the nest

3 plum sized baby rabbits, full coverage, but haven't even opened their eyes
shit
and there was no way mom was coming back after Clover found it.
Or after I tore it apart.

So I put the babies in my hand and gingerly placed them in a box with some TP.
I figured they liked being loosely covered and left in the dark.

Don't feed em til advised otherwise.
Give em water if they can figure it out.
Wash your hands.

*sigh*

I already contacted a wildlife rescue. I'd much rather have professionals responsible for this than some rural kid who occasionally bottle fed opossums, and never had a baby bird that survived.

It got me thinking back to all the spiders, snakes, and mice I had caught live only to wish good luck and release in my front yard knowing full-well they were dead within a week.

But at least I could pretend.

Holy DAMN I forgot to mention

my shipment of WIN came in.
And I got 5 paragraphs in and realized this really needs to be another post.