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Forgot to mention this. My snail, Snake Plisskin, has died and gone to the great fishtank in the sky. He will be sorely missed.
Which also reminds me that in Poetry today, my prof was talking about how his hamster jumped out of its fishtank and broke its hip, so he took it to the vet, who made a little harness of some kind, and my prof gave the hamster physical therapy for some time, like stretching its hind legs. The hamster. Then it's head started growing weird and he brought it in for a CAT scan which revealed a brain tumor. A CAT scan. For a hamster. How do you even do that?
Spurred by a student reading a poem about a dying hamster.
Which also reminds me that in Poetry today, my prof was talking about how his hamster jumped out of its fishtank and broke its hip, so he took it to the vet, who made a little harness of some kind, and my prof gave the hamster physical therapy for some time, like stretching its hind legs. The hamster. Then it's head started growing weird and he brought it in for a CAT scan which revealed a brain tumor. A CAT scan. For a hamster. How do you even do that?
Spurred by a student reading a poem about a dying hamster.
