date: sunday, march 22nd, 2020 time spent in isolation: 3 1/2 days how long it has felt: not very long actually, i have been super productive supplies: holding up – plenty of toilet roll, endless chocolate, but i do need … Continue reading
i haven’t decided if i regret inviting the neighborhood pigeons to feast on my balcony. they came, they conquered, and my bird feeder was violated in such a way that it surely suffers from ptsd. it probably dreams of light sparrow pecks … Continue reading
it takes seventeen years for cicadas to emerge as fully formed beings. i refuse to be rushed in my own emergence.
i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?
this entire post is entirely for you.
i just finished watching jordan vogt-roberts’ the kings of summer, an endearing sundance film  centered around the lives of three teenage boys and their escape into the wilderness. instead of dealing with their bizarre / overbearing families, they build … Continue reading
amsterdam, you are quite pretty. with your bicycle hoards, creeping canals, and welcoming city smells, i think we could really take some time to get to know one another. i began writing this last night, the last day of my … Continue reading
this post is for my critters. and for you, so that you can get to know an intimate part of my life! i am the luckiest person in the world that i have a mother who is not only willing, but eager to help watch over my little darlings while i am in london! [and my plants, the woman is a saint!] what can i say?
we’re both huge animal-loving freaks. so, here it goes. . .
meet, the boys.
actually, they are probably female. i have just always referred to them as boys and even gave them masculine names:
i know that they are heart-melting and gorgeous and playful and seemingly ideal, but be warned. i purchased these guys when they were the size of quarters from a smoke shop [next to the bongs, jeez oh pete- i should have known] in florida. as it turns out, red-eared sliders are nonnative to the united states and due to a colorful history involving their invasive natures into our lakes and ponds & salmonella-related deaths [usually children], they are illegal to sell/possess/release into the wild. this confuses me. i already have them [the laws vary by state but mainly apply to turtles that are less than four inches, which mine are not] but i am essentially being told that i can’t release them nor can i keep them. what? i would like to hear what i am “supposed” to do that doesn’t involve killing them – i swear, these people don’t think these things through.
anyway, i have never had a desire to release them. although they have the lifespan of vampires and grow to be the size of trash can lids [am i exaggerating? umm, probably not] i am not the type of person that views pets as playthings or fashion accessories. i have learned, after caring for samwise and nos for five years, that they require a lot of work, a large semi-aquatic [expensive] habitat, and they will likely still be around well after i begin to have children.
unfortunately, not everyone takes on that kind of responsibility and the sad story continues. . . parents buy their children cute, little turtles and when their kids are [obviously] incapable of caring for them properly, or get sick from them, they are either killed or released into the lakes and cause a massive disrupt to the ecosystem.
i will admit, i did not do my research before getting my own sliders, but nothing infuriates me more than people’s disregard for animal-life and the exploitation of them for profit. the little plastic habitat above is practically uninhabitable- even for a baby this small. the best i can do, after realizing the error of my youthful ways, is give my animals the best possible care until the day they die and inform others of my mistake- in order to prevent this from happening again. if you are, however, willing and capable of helping a turtle that has already gone through the nightmare of pet stores, cramped living spaces, and being abandoned, there are options!
turtle adoption exists and there are sites and locations popping up all over the u.s. – just make sure to research these facilities and get references. remember, never pay for turtles. receiving some sort of payment only makes the cycle continue. here is an example of one of these adoption sites. i can’t give them my stamp of approval because i have never worked with them nor spoken to any references, but their site is reassuring and looks legit. here is another link to show you the magnitude of the problem —> turtle adoption forums.
alright, i hope i haven’t sounded preachy! this was not where i wanted to go with this post but it is so important for me to spread the word and keep you informed!
we shall now continue with “the loves i’m leaving behind”
[and it’s not just turtles!]
i hope you have enjoyed this little gallery of some of the creatures that i find most fascinating – my own pets. i will include a few more photos of my “boys” [probably girls] because they are cute and wonderful.
uninformed as it may have been,
i will never regret the decision to bring these guys home with me!