Saturday, November 7, 2009

Jet keeps his word

When Jet caught me taking bets on how long it would take for him to break his vow of being a vegetarian, he was outraged. I could tell it was the worst kind of anger because he just blinked at me a couple of times and walked away.

But so far, Jet actually has been eating nothing but cute baby vegetables, seeds (which are BABY plants, baby killer!), and fruit. This is the longest phase he's ever gone through. I thought Harry Potter was a phase for sure, but Jet is a fan for life.

I'll have to up the ante and eat a steak in front of him every day when serving him his steamed nonsense.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Baby Stinkpot

Ok, so this is clearly not a Jet related post, but these baby turtles are the best things ever. They give Jet a run for his money when it comes to cuteness.

I recently got 2 common musk turtle hatchlings, also called stinkpots. Sternotherus odoratus.

At some point when I have money I want to have a nice turtle aquarium. These don't get too big so the setup wouldn't have to be obscene. I have a decent tank for now. Unfortunately, one of them didn't make it. The surviving turtle has a wider shell. I'm not sure if the one that died was underdeveloped or simply less robust. Also could have been due to pneumonia, other illness, or who knows what else. I was heart broken when I found him on the bottom of the tank though. Rest in peace, sweet Hobart.

Nacho, the survivor, is doing great. Here's a picture of him. I say "him" but I'm honestly not sure what sex him is. When he grows a bit his shell should give it away.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Jet goes "green"

Jet watched a National Geographic special about lions and their prey. Being the empathetic creature that he is, Jet was horrified at scenes of violence in nature.

Being the sadistic creature that I am, I could not resist mentioning the ingredients in the dog food he so readily wolfs down: baby bunnies.

Jet has since become an avowed vegetarian, never again to consume a cute baby animal for sustenance, lest he be exiled from his own domain forever.

One sec, I'm gonna go grab his suitcase for him.


Jet is quite tired of my excuses. After reassuring him that I'd devote more attention to his blog, things have been noticeably sparse. Disappointing. Unforgivable, according to Jet.

He's already gone on every kind of strike he can think of, and failing at each. The hunger strike was a particularly temporary affair.

Plus, after I made comments about the perks a diet would provide his figure, Jet gave me the most cold blooded glare I've ever seen in my life. He waited a full minute before disclosing that if things didn't improve, bloody revolution was on his mind!

Fortunately, like anything else on his mind, a full minute is more or less the longest he'll remember what he's so mad about.
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