It’s because I gnawed his arm off.

He’s very even tempered. Treats me real good.

GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.

Oh my god I could not be more toasty and comfy. And yes, free feet.

Lewd. In front of god and everyone.

Fuck. FUCK.

I dropped my entire phone down a 20’ terlet at a campground.

Again. This is twice now.

ANYWAY.

IT WAS AMAZING but I don’t think I’m allowed to volunteer again. Because of the dancing. And yelling.

My probation officer said this was okay to post, is my point.

Sunday!! IM READY.

Excuse me he’s a VETERAN.

Do NOT encourage me. I am already so close to wanting to pull the trigger on wildlife rehab.

Let me have the forbidden kitties.

They smell great but taste like bitter awfulness. They belong in a tincture or like a tea if used for its anti inflammatory/bacterial/parasitic properties (also being looked at as cancer-fighting as well, but who knows). The “Iceman” also had hoof fungus in his bag probably because it’s great tinder

*Parasola (used to be Coprinus) plicatilis. There’s a ton of specific species of these pretty and delicate guys but you’d need a microscope. Should have a black spore print if you can get it before it denigrates into a lacy inky mess in like an hour lol

ooooooooooo pleated ink caps! They always look like a fairy or gnome belongs dancing around them.

why. Whyyyyyy