Up until 3:20 this afternoon, I was certain that moose did not exist. In fact, I was certain that the state of Maine created this “mythical” creature to increase tourism. About a year ago, my brother showed me some photographs he and his wife had taken of these supposed animals they saw while visiting the Moosehead Lake region. Even though I had seen pictures, I was still not convinced. Afterall, the shots were taken from some distance and it did seem a little foggy. I believe I told my brother that what they had actually seen were a couple of freakishly large deer. Well, now I am a believer. My brother, his wife, their 2 dogs, and I were piled in my brother’s truck, driving out of the Moosehead Lake Region on a country highway. We had passed several “ATTENTION MOOSE” signs along the road. Despite my skepticism, I kept my eyes peeled for possible sitings, scanning open areas of land where moose are likely to be seen. Nothing. No Moose. No deer. Not even a squirrel. I had just muttered, “They don’t exist,” when my brother pointed out several cars pulled over on the side of the road. “They must see a moose.” I was sure those cars were pulled over because they had hit something. In fact, I was sure one of those cars had hit a moose and I was finally going to see one. A dead one. As my brother pulled over behind the other cars, I started yelling, “There it is! It’s a moose! It’s a freakin moose, ” followed by giddy laughter. The moose was huge but surprisingly graceful. It stood tall and proud, not caring about any of us that looked on in awe. At one point it looked back as if to say, “Yeah, we do exist. Get over it,” before trotting away.
Everyone’s got a favorite
In the past 12 years, I’ve had 3 guinea pigs at 3 different times. They each liked different music. How do you know a guinea pig likes a particular sort of music? It’s not hard to figure out. You can tell by it’s body language and sounds when it listens to one type of music versus other types of music. When guinea pigs are happy and content, they may coo, squeal, and jump up and down. My first guinea pig, Todd, liked techno. My second guinea pig, Dr. Levenstein, liked classical. My current guinea pig, Mr. Sanchez, likes the theme to Robot Chicken.
I believe this to be true
Pedestrians do not always have the right of way. Many walkers seem to have forgotten this very basic rule of life:
You must look both ways before crossing the street
