07.13.08
Posted in Adventure, Biology, Critters, Hug a tree, Not just a theorist, behind the curtain at 8:18 pm by CMonster
Earlier this afternoon, I came home from grocery shopping to find a frog hopping across my living room.
By itself, that’s pretty bizarre, even if I do live on the first floor-it’s pretty hard to get even a housefly by my cats, much less anything larger.
Then I realized two things, in quick succession:
1. The frog was furry. (Problematic)
2. Come to think of it, that squat, hopping shape near my pantry was actually a bat- albeit one with the wings folded under the body.
For a pet owner, finding a bat inside your home is a pretty scary thing- there’s always the fear of rabies, and with such small teeth, it’s not always clear when your pet has been bitten. Given that my cats regard bats as “Mice with wings” (aka, the greatest toy EVER), the risk of contact is… somewhat higher.
As for what to do? The good news is that the county I live in offers a free rabies-testing service, and I’ll know in a few days just how much a concern this will be.
The bad news is that my cats (lovable purrballs that they are) are somewhat at the far edge of the timeframe for a rabies shot to be effective- and a quick survey of cat owners I know has suggested that I’m not the only one who’s been slow to renew vaccinations. As I’m now finding out, just keeping the cats indoors isn’t any guarantee of protection. So if you’re reading this, go forth! Make sure your pets are up to date on their medical visits, even if they seem healthy now.
The other aspect of this situation that bothers me is that the actual rabies test is not, in fact, particularly humane- even if I did bring the bat to the humane society for testing. Essentially, it involves examining labeled brain tissue under a fluorescent microscope– and so merely because it wandered into my living room, I found myself owning and signing away the rights to euthanize and test the furry frog.
It’s upsetting on many levels, but as a chemist, I know that there have been some fantastic recent advances in non-lethal sampling and identification of substances in the brain. I’ll have to ask around, but there has to be a better way to do this- executing something just to find out if it has rabies feels too much like the modern equivalent of a witch dunking. And that’s not sitting well with me tonight.
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07.10.08
Posted in Not just a theorist, behind the curtain at 4:07 am by CMonster
Another late night of experiments. Tedious, but I’ve found that you can learn all sorts of things once you pass a certain point of sleep deprivation.
For example: I’ve got a bit of a lisp, but it’s one that I’ve had for years (much to the annoyance of speech therapists everywhere). It’s not something I even realize anymore… until I went to execute another experiment tonight, and realized that I was suddenly thinking with a lisp.
It’s really pretty irritating. I’m supposed to arign the waser? What’s that supposed to mean?
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Posted in Adventure, Turtles all the way down, behind the curtain at 1:45 am by CMonster
As my schedule for a busy July month sorts itself out, it’s time to look ahead to August, and plan a trip for the summer.
This is an idea that I first began to float last year, and it’s become more pressing as I’ve watched a good friend finish her seven-year quest for the PhD: I’ve set a specific goal of seeing at least one new thing every month, and at least one bigger trip in the area each year.
There’s a big disconnect at work here, though: grad school isn’t something that encourages broadening your horizons beyond the bounds of the office, and when we travel, we go far (as for conferences). The result is a set of people who might have packed across most of the world, without ever seeing much of the neighborhood near their home of so many years.
And for me, that misses the point of travel. “Tourist” spots have never really held much excitement for me, and when I go somewhere new, I try to live it, not just visit. Sometimes that means sneaking through back alleys to unusual ethnic restaurants, and other times it means kicking my shoes off in a little corner of parkland paradise in the late evening, before an outdoor concert. If I do end up in a tourist attraction, it’s usually something with a twist- like sneaking through the back ways at Ellis Island, or calling a friend to make sure that I line up exactly the same shot to compare to a photo they’d taken, six months earlier.
(The latter is partly a way to see a favorite spot change with the seasons- but there’s also something very intriguing about matching footprints with those of someone I otherwise may not have seen in years)
So- the point? Oftentimes, it’s all too easy to seek the exotic with the help of a plane ticket. But especially as travel becomes more expensive, I think it’s important to realize just how much fun can be had by playing the tourist in one’s own home. I may never live in this part of the country again- but I will be able to see that I’ve actually done more than just pass through. And as I keep looking for the little things, it’s a real treat to bring those around me along for the ride, and to see that wonder of discovery all over again.
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