* Black bears, y'all. Remember that fight Hotter and I had back in the The Summer of Surgimacallititis (kind of like The Summer of Love, except instead of peace, love, and hippies there were ER trips, rampant assholery, and surgical staples) where he basically pooh-poohed my fears? Black bears have become kind of a standing joke/sore subject in our household: we'll see one in a zoo/nature preserve and I'll point out on the information plaque that TECHNICALLY our state is within their natural habitat range, or there'll be a random noise in the woods behind our house and Hotter'll go "it's probably a black bear--HOLD ONTO YOUR FACE!" Har. Aaaaanyway, this morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed the most recent edition of the small-town free newspaper that comes with the junk mail, and right there on the cover? WAS A PICTURE OF A BLACK BEAR WITH AN ARTICLE ABOUT HOW ONE TRIED TO EAT A DEER HUNTER AND SIGHTINGS ARE ON THE RISE! Of course I woke Hotter up to crow over this. "Awww look at him," Hotter said, squinting at the picture of the bear (it wasn't the one that menaced the hunter, which he shot, it was just a stock-type photo of one sitting in a tree), "they're like Labradors that climb trees!" The bear in the picture did look kind of cute. Except that probably that is how they look when they're thinking about eating someone's face.
* I...think I may have lost a friend over the rabbits. Yes, the rabbits. Said friend has rabbits. WE have recently acquired rabbits. But we view and treat our rabbits differently from how this friend views and treats HER rabbits and therein, apparently, lies the crux. There are many schools of thought on keeping rabbits, ranging from "tastes like chicken" and "these are our pets but their babies are dinner" all the way on up through "that's the rabbits' room" and "of course we don't CAGE them, we just rabbit-proof our ENTIRE HOUSE because OMG THEY ARE LIKE KITTENS THAT HOP." I used to have horses, and horse people tend to run toward The Crazy (with occasional super-cool exception--of course I didn't mean YOU if YOU have a horse!), but rabbit people, as it turns out? Rabbit people are also disproportionately touched by The Crazy (although if YOU have a rabbit then of course I didn't mean YOU; YOUR rabbit is tasty/adorable/pick one). Maybe it is just something about animals that eat hay?
* Worms: does anyone know, off the top of their head, whether you can start a worm bin with just regular old worms from the dirt that you find when you're digging in your garden? If so, I may try and start one when I begin preparing beds outside. If not, though, well. I'm not paying for a bunch of damn worms.
* Finally, and this is totally random, because apparently even though Casa MFA is zoned Agricultural and plenty of people in similar neighborhoods in this very county DO have critters, if your neighbors/cyberstalkers are dicks there are ways of keeping you from pursuing happiness/low-impact sustainable eating by having any animal you want and that DASHED MY HOPES so I'm just saying: man I wish we could have goats here. Sigh.