Six Legs
Shortly after moving to my new place, I discovered that Mollie and I have a great many six-legged roommates, none of whom have offered to pay rent. So, I have thrown my tree-hugging principles to the wind and acquired quantities of toxic chemicals in all physical states - gas (foggers), liquid (sprays) and solid (bait). After the initial massacre (the body count was impressive) I have noticed far fewer interlopers. Either they are dead or have learned to be more discreet.
Four Legs
Mollie has made a full recovery from her tooth extraction, and is back to eating with great gusto. She is doing well at her therapy dog training, and is now working on cute tricks like "catch the treat", "shake a paw" and if we're lucky, "speak". Make em laugh!
Two Legs
Mockingbirds rule the neighbourhood. They love to tell me, Mollie, and all the local cats who's boss. They flick their tails around and make whatever noises they think you'll find threatening. What a bunch of divas.
Legs are for Landlubbers
Dad and I took in one of Atlanta's great attractions, the Georgia Aquarium. While I take issue with some of their practices (like the scuba-diving with Whale Sharks, who keep dying in captivity) the aquarium is truly remarkable. We were thrilled to see the Sea Dragons, who are among the world's most improbable creatures. We noticed that one of them had eggs all over his tail, at which point a docent came up to say that it was indeed a pregnant male who is "due" in a couple of months. You can watch their webcam here.
The other highlight was the antics of the Moray Eel. Morays like to spend their time in holes in the rock, peeking out now and then to grab a snack. We were therefore amazed to see one emerge and swim around the tank with great excitement. As it turns out, he knew that it was feeding time, and lo, a long metal arm reached in and handed the Moray a nice fish. Yum.
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