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Aug. 15th, 2019 03:38 pmI was waiting for a day when I felt better, as better as I'm going to get for a while, when I felt rested and okay and apparently that is not going to happen because! Yesterday. On the longest day of my week. After an energetic and exhausting class. I got a text towards the end of class that the boy had found a sick groundhog and trapped it in the Havahart trap in the utility room.
At some point in the past I vaguely remember an animated gif of someone face and shoulders planted into the ground or carpet, butt in the air, walking along in a 'vacuum the carpet with my face' kind of an attitude as an emphatic form of faceplanting into the carpet. That's about how I feel after all of this.
We got home after errands and a big dinner. I took a look at the groundhog. It was definitely sick, very listless, shallow breathing, etc. Not aggressive at all, so that was good. We made several phone calls, or rather the boy did because I had just worked all day then exercised then went groceries and I was Done. We determined that there was no 24 hour animal control area, but that the local 24 hour vet would euthanize it. (And test it for rabies? I don't know.) We got the name of a local organization that helps ferals that would help us address the vaccination issue Just In Case. We got the name of the local wildlife rehab place but at 11pm-midnight ish, whenever we got to them, they were definitely closed.
Well, that part was moot by morning because the groundhog was really most sincerely dead. We went outside to gather the ferals and see if we could bring them into the patio lest, as I feared in my exhausted and semi-hysterical state, they be scooped up by Animal Control. But also in case they needed vaccine boosters. I got one feral into the patio, the other refused and I was too scattered to persuade him, and that's when we found the disemboweled rabbit under the hedge.
Now, this has happened before. We have dogs in the area, including a husky next door who often wanders into our yard because we've never cared enough to make it an issue with our neighbors, we love the silly puppy, she's nice. But on a day when we already have to dispose of a weirdly sick groundhog, a couple days after the Shrieking Rodent of Ordinary Size, and on considerably less sleep than I needed and no breakfast, I was Dame Not Coping With This At All.
Tuesday was mostly uneventful? Even before the invasion of the problematic wildlife Wednesday was kind of a mess, but it was an ordinary mess involving international shipments of unusual size, so that was fine until groundhog day started. Now I'm just tired and still mostly done with everything.
The Good News portion of this entry: I've managed to keep writing, sort of editing, somewhat retyping. I've got my costumes together for DragonCon including a surprise last minute Ziggy Stardust. I found a damn Mucous Membrane shirt for my photo op with Matt Ryan (for the blankly staring, Matt Ryan plays John Constantine on TV, a DC Comics/Vertigo character who in his youth was in a terrible band called Mucous Membrane. I don't know if that's a tidbit his tv version shares but I'm reasonably sure Matt Ryan will get it) and I have plans to do my Gamora cosplay for my Space is a Dangerous place panel, because look. Gamora advising you on the dangers of space. How awesome would that be? Anyway. So that's happening, and that's all set, and I get to do the stressed out self-makeover thing of dyeing my hair funky colors soon. When I made that appointment I did not expect to be this stressed by the time I got there, but here we go. So that's nice.
At some point in the past I vaguely remember an animated gif of someone face and shoulders planted into the ground or carpet, butt in the air, walking along in a 'vacuum the carpet with my face' kind of an attitude as an emphatic form of faceplanting into the carpet. That's about how I feel after all of this.
We got home after errands and a big dinner. I took a look at the groundhog. It was definitely sick, very listless, shallow breathing, etc. Not aggressive at all, so that was good. We made several phone calls, or rather the boy did because I had just worked all day then exercised then went groceries and I was Done. We determined that there was no 24 hour animal control area, but that the local 24 hour vet would euthanize it. (And test it for rabies? I don't know.) We got the name of a local organization that helps ferals that would help us address the vaccination issue Just In Case. We got the name of the local wildlife rehab place but at 11pm-midnight ish, whenever we got to them, they were definitely closed.
Well, that part was moot by morning because the groundhog was really most sincerely dead. We went outside to gather the ferals and see if we could bring them into the patio lest, as I feared in my exhausted and semi-hysterical state, they be scooped up by Animal Control. But also in case they needed vaccine boosters. I got one feral into the patio, the other refused and I was too scattered to persuade him, and that's when we found the disemboweled rabbit under the hedge.
Now, this has happened before. We have dogs in the area, including a husky next door who often wanders into our yard because we've never cared enough to make it an issue with our neighbors, we love the silly puppy, she's nice. But on a day when we already have to dispose of a weirdly sick groundhog, a couple days after the Shrieking Rodent of Ordinary Size, and on considerably less sleep than I needed and no breakfast, I was Dame Not Coping With This At All.
Tuesday was mostly uneventful? Even before the invasion of the problematic wildlife Wednesday was kind of a mess, but it was an ordinary mess involving international shipments of unusual size, so that was fine until groundhog day started. Now I'm just tired and still mostly done with everything.
The Good News portion of this entry: I've managed to keep writing, sort of editing, somewhat retyping. I've got my costumes together for DragonCon including a surprise last minute Ziggy Stardust. I found a damn Mucous Membrane shirt for my photo op with Matt Ryan (for the blankly staring, Matt Ryan plays John Constantine on TV, a DC Comics/Vertigo character who in his youth was in a terrible band called Mucous Membrane. I don't know if that's a tidbit his tv version shares but I'm reasonably sure Matt Ryan will get it) and I have plans to do my Gamora cosplay for my Space is a Dangerous place panel, because look. Gamora advising you on the dangers of space. How awesome would that be? Anyway. So that's happening, and that's all set, and I get to do the stressed out self-makeover thing of dyeing my hair funky colors soon. When I made that appointment I did not expect to be this stressed by the time I got there, but here we go. So that's nice.