Wally
The mumbling codependent is at it again. Wally fell from his nest, while his parents made their frustration readily apparent by screaming at one another all evening. Dusk was quickly approaching, stray cats looming.
And so first I made this:
And then I went about weighing it down (rocks beneath the grass) and perching it within the crook of a tree in the backyard.
The parents weren't particularly jazzed about my involvement despite my use of gloves and anesthetic (for me, not Wally). At least Wally is safe from predators and the damp ground. It'll be interesting to see if the integrity of the nest will hold up overnight, as well as whether or not his parents have figured out what has transpired because frankly, Wally's ready to eat and I'm out of worms.
I'm just sayin'.
jenji
5 comments:
Very cool! You are so kind.
Anaesthetic? Or antiseptic?
Very cool!
And I was thinking, wow that's a giant worm in the post about "Oliver"... and then I saw the half-worm. Then I put down my plate of spaghetti and that was that.
That was very kind of you to get involved. I consider myself to be "involved" when I swerve to avoid turtles in the road.
So what happened with Wally? Inquiring alien minds want to know. And we want to know what you're up to. Because we care.
Wally seems to have left the nest. Tell the alien that all seems well.
jenji
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