I was happy to be able to get Ollie off the eggs without incident. Turns out, they’re all what herpetologists call “slugs.” So I will dispose of them. What an exciting little chapter in Ollie’s story.
immaculate conception
For days, Ollie has been under his log. Hasn’t budged. Usually that means he’s shedding, but he just shed a few weeks ago. So today, I stomped in there, told him I’d had enough, opened the tank….and found this. And now I am totally flipping out. Flipping…the… fuck…out…..
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
squeaky clean
In an effort to generate less plastic waste, we’ve switched to dish soap in bar form. So far, I am very pleased with it. Next stop: shampoo.
as it should be
Bob and Kat had a birthday/July 4th BBQ today. These are the remains, on their kitchen counter. And it all felt so normal, sitting around, eating too much, catching up with friends. Good times, at last.
I spy a turtle
There is a wall at the back of the turtle tank to keep them from falling out, and there are holes in it so we can lift it off to access the tank as needed. I took this shot through one of the holes, to see a view of Frida turtle “sunning” herself.
good advice
I’m not a huge fan of Rancatore’s ice cream, but I do like their outlook.
wyld scallyns
I’m just picturing Theodore “Ted” Logan, and William S. Preston, Esq, with guitars made of giant zucchinis or something.
summer snack
Watermelon is one of those things that I really enjoy just as it is. I do not like watermelon flavored things. Just give me some watermelon.
water+cornstarch+powdered paint=magic
Happily, it wasn’t too terribly hot outside today and I enjoyed watching our young artist. I particularly liked this mosaic that used all the colors over several squares of tile.
everywhere there’s signs
Made many signs to post around the neighborhood today. Fingers crossed. And yes, there is another set of signs with arrows pointing in the other direction.
