Journalistic success: writing something that ends up in “Bizarre Florida.” CJ wrote about this barracuda attack for Field & Stream, but it got picked up by our blog.
Wild dogs that commute from suburbs to scavenge in city
The clever canines board the Tube each morning. After a hard day scavenging and begging on the streets, they hop back on the train and return to the suburbs where they spend the night.
Experts studying the dogs say they even work together to make sure they get off at the right stop — after learning to judge the length of time they need to spend on the train. The mutts choose the quietest carriages at the front and back of the train. They have also developed tactics to hustle humans into giving them more food on the streets of Moscow.
Dr Poiarkov told how the dogs like to play during their daily commute. He said: “They jump on the train seconds before the doors shut, risking their tails getting jammed. They do it for fun. And sometimes they fall asleep and get off at the wrong stop.” The dogs have learned to use traffic lights to cross the road safely, said Dr Poiarkov. And they use cunning tactics to obtain tasty morsels of shawarma, a kebab-like snack popular in Moscow.
(via lowandmighty, idlewyld, soupsoup, peetypassion)
Another success in kitten hunting. One to go.
We found this, part 2.
We found this.
Finally completed the one thing on my bucket list that I needed to get through before leaving Goshen:
I’ve wanted to ride in an Amish buggy ever since I got here. Granted, this is obviously just operated for tourists, but it’s the same vehicle, and it’s pulled by a horse.
If you want to do this, just walk around Shipshewana for 10 minutes. You’ll find a booth on every corner advertising buggy rides. Just don’t go on Sunday. And after 5 (which is when we went) your options are limited, but not completely absent.
Tonight Zach and I cleaned out a dresser at his mom’s house full of junk from his childhood that somehow survived a move from Atlanta to Lafayette, Ind. Treasures we found:
In case you can’t see it that clearly, he’s holding a white T-shirt with the words “My owl” painted above a red blob with a big green smile. He and his mother didn’t have an explanation. There were also quite a few T-shirts he had made himself in high school by silkscreening some sports-related or inside joke image. This is obviously one of his earlier works.
More is sure to come with the upcoming move. I’ll keep you posted on the ridiculous crap Zach’s managed to acquire and then move from apartment to apartment.
