Interests:sham marriages, waiting for my mid-twenties growth spurt, eating, teh gay, portuguese, chinese, new languages, sleeping in, hong kong, brazil, "travel writing", not fitting my pants, churrasco, sushi, cooking soup, devotchka Expertise:being selfish Occupation:Retired
My right pinky was hurting a lot. Somehow, I had cut it along the crease of the first joint. So I rubbed some salve into it and hoped that it would get better.
Later, when I was running around the field house with my classmates, I noticed that the cut was even more severe then before. But both ends had sealed themselves a little. Then, the severed part of my pinky fell off. It was perfectly intact and not bleeding. The cut part had healed itself completely so I put it in my pocket to show my family later. But I wanted to find some ice. The rest of the remaining pinky was fine too. A nail had regrown and it was almost as long as the pinky on my left hand.
This reminded me of that guy who had regrown his finger with "magic dust," even though it turned out to be a hoax. So I felt great my body regrew part of a finger without any help.
When I finally returned to my family, I thought that I had lost the cut-off pinky. But it was still in my pocket, although slightly purple.
Realized at 1a that my policy take home exam was due at 9a, not 5p. Stayed up until 5a and finished it. Woke up sore and sick. Legs hurt from running around for three hours Sunday. Nose stuffed up. Auto service called. $300 worth of repair for the car. Yay.
Yesterday I didn't go out because it was raining and I was trying to study. Sunday morning I went to look at my car - it's become compulsive now - and what did I find?
New squirrel nest made of bark.
Chewed up windshields wiper fluid tubes.
Chewed up something else tubes.
3 ugly ass squirrel babies in the fucking nest
ONLY ONE DAY. I became incensed. Stomping back into the house, I borrowed a pair of gardening gloves and removed as much nest as I could. Then I took the plastic grocery bag proffered by my house mate and put the babies in the bag. They stopped squealing after a while. Resigned to their fate?
The plastic bag went into the garbage bin behind the house. A sock full of mothballs was placed inside the prime nesting location under the hood (Google says it works, ok?).
I felt a bit savage or embittered when I was pulling the babies out. When my parents found baby bunnies in our yard, I almost kept them. But I realized, what is the point? These types of animals are r-selection species, meaning they reproduce a lot of offspring knowing that only a small proportion will actually make it to adulthood. And who am I to play a saint.
One of my classmates criticized me and told me she could have raised those squirrels. Chatting online, I couldn't tell if she was actually being serious. This is the same classmate, I am told, that has a cat but lets it piss freely all round the apartment. This is what I hate sometimes, about not thinking critically. Anything that is infantile is therefore cute and worth saving. If that were true, then we'd all be a bunch of suckers. The natural world is not always kind. I'd rather save my car and drive down to see family or friends than save three damn squirrels.
Thursday I went Uptown to see a friend for dinner. I noticed that the tachometer was acting up when I started the car, and the engine was acting like it was revving up even though I wasn't doing anything.
The "check engine" light was on the entire time, and disconcerting. The brakes felt a little tight and whenever I stopped the car felt like it was resisting. But I made it there and back without killing myself or anyone.
Although I know nothing about cars, I popped open the hood to see if there was anything visibly wrong.
WTF NEST? My housemate actually had this happen to him, too. Although in his case there were actual squirrel babies which he had to kill. It was getting too dark to do anything so I left it for Friday morning.
Friday I was making lunch. Then I wanted to check my car out again so after pre-heating the toaster oven I went outside. After clearing some of the nest out with a stick, I saw this:
Urgh, fucking squirrels chewed the wires! And I have no idea what wires these are! Help, anyone? I need to drive home next Saturday, so I hope the repairs won't take too long.
Then I went back inside the house, where I found this going on in the kitchen:
Plus I think I'm catching some throat thing from one of the housemates. Possibly the one who is coughing like a turn of the century consumption patient. Yay life.
