Sharing a lil bit…
I’m reading about Garcia and Koelling in my psych text today. Don’t know who they are, lemme fill you in. Garcia and Koelling did experiments on lab rats with radiation. They irradiated plastic water bottles which the rats, being rats, drank out of and got radiation poisoning. One day they noticed something new…”HOLY SHIT, KOELLING THE RATS AREN’T DRINKING FROM THOSE BOTTLES ANYMORE”. Despite further efforts to get the rats to drink from the irradiated plastic bottles, the rats refused. This goes down in history as proving two things. One, that rats are smarter than we give them credit for, and two Garcia and Koelling are assholes. Your history and psych lesson has been brought to you by the number 1, and the letter “Asshole”.
Seriously though, my psych test is full of this stuff, testing on rats, testing on pigeons. Here’s a clue, if you don’t want to do it yourself, an animal doesn’t want to do it either! Sure, they might go for the whole, push the button, get a piece of food, thing but stick a bottle of toxins in their face and their only going to do it once…a dog probably wouldn’t do it at all, they’re smart like that. Ok, so my dog isn’t smart, but still, fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, he’ll bite your ass!
Really, getting back to the subject at hand, I hate the use of animals in labs. Why can’t researchers use the Bush family instead? I’d love to see G.W. lapping up some toxic water. Was that politically incorrect? I can never tell anymore. I was gonna use a reference to illegal immigrants…wait I think I will. We could irradiate the river that they swim across to get here, and study those effects.
Now I’ve gone too far, I apologize. Am I sincere? Probably not, but I had to put it out there
Fishin…well sorta
So the kids are both here this weekend, and the fun has begun already. This morning one of Travis’ friends came over,and they all decided they wanted to go fishing. They fished the private pond for a while, while I ran to the store. When I got back I found Cass walking back home with Trav’s rod. It had backlashed, but it was ok she said, she’d share a rod with one of the boys. They convinced me to go down to the river, where the real hillarity began. After about 3 or 4 casts, Cassie really whaled on it to cast it out. I heard a plop, but didnt see what it was because I was too distracted by her throwing the rod down and stomping away muttering under her breath. When Travis picked the rod up, the problem became clear, when she casted the rod, the end had flown off, thus the temper tantrum. Travis reeled it in to shore, only for it to get stuck about 2 inches from shore on a branch. With my refusal to even let him set one foot in the water, he leaned out as far as he could over the bank to retrieve it. This is when Cassie decided to scare him by putting her hands on his shoulders. He jumped and they both were inches away from falling in head first. About this time, Jordan (Trav’s friend) got his line stuck on a different branch, and he began yanking furiously on his rod trying to free it. Cass walked over and said “Gimmie that” in a sarcastic tone of voice. She tugged it twice the line broke, and she went on her ass. About that time I noticed this group of trees who’s roots were all twined, and realized it was perfect for a picture. So we all started climbing them, Cassie climbed up on a broken branch, and suddenly lost her balance, grabbing a vine to steady herself. That’s when suddenly realized she had grabbed a vine of poison ivy. I told her, and she practically jumped out of the tree, along with Jordan and Travis. Anyone looking probably thought we were all crazy.
