I got in some play time with Zerelda, and it is even more fun watching her crawl in person that it is on facebook and instagram!

Kevin & I have been talking about the kids moving in here since they are struggling, talked to KJ about it today. we'll see.

IN 1722, A PET SQUIRREL named Mungo passed away. It was a tragedy: Mungo escaped its confines and met its fate at the teeth of a dog. Benjamin Franklin, friend of the owner, immortalized the squirrel with a tribute. “Few squirrels were better accomplished, for he had a good education, had traveled far, and seen much of the world.” Franklin wrote, adding, “Thou art fallen by the fangs of wanton, cruel Ranger!” Mourning a squirrel’s death wasn’t as uncommon as you might think when Franklin wrote Mungo’s eulogy; in the 18th- and 19th centuries, squirrels were fixtures in American homes, especially for children. While colonial Americans kept many types of wild animals as pets, squirrels “were the most popular,” according to Katherine Grier’s Pets in America, being relatively easy to keep.

By the 1700s, a golden era of squirrel ownership was in full swing. Squirrels were sold in markets and found in the homes of wealthy urban families, and portraits of well-to-do children holding a reserved, polite upper-class squirrel attached to a gold chain leash were proudly displayed (some of which are currently at the Metropolitan Museum of Art). Most pet squirrels were American Grey Squirrels, though Red Squirrels and Flying Squirrels also were around, enchanting the country with their devil-may-care attitudes and fluffy bodies. By the 19th century, a canon of squirrel-care literature emerged for the enthusiast. In the 1851 book Domestic pets: their habits and management, Jane Loudon writes more about squirrels as pets than rabbits, and devotes an entire chapter to the “beautiful little creature, very agile and graceful in its movements.” Squirrels “may be taught to jump from one hand to the other to search for a hidden nut, and it soon knows its name, and the persons who feed it.” Loudin also waxes on their habits, like jumping around a room and peeping out from wooden eaves, writing that “an instance is recorded of no less than seventeen lumps of sugar being found in the cornice of a drawing-room in which a squirrel had been kept, besides innumerable nuts, pieces of biscuit.” Loudon’s advice: when your squirrel is not running around the room, provide it with a tin-lined cage that has a running wheel.
Leisure Hour Monthly, meanwhile, in 1859, advised to feed it “a fig or a date now and then,” and that you should start your squirrel-raising adventure with those procured “directly from the nest, when possible.” The unnamed author’s own pet squirrels, Dick and Peter, had the freedom of his bedroom and plenty of nuts to store away. “Let your pet squirrels crack their own nuts, my young squirrel fanciers,” the author wrote.
While many people captured their pet squirrels from the wild in the 1800s, squirrels were also sold in pet shops, a then-burgeoning industry that today constitutes a $70 billion business. One home manual from 1883, for example, explained that any squirrel could be bought from your local bird breeder. But not unlike some shops today, these pet stores could have dark side; Grier writes that shop owners “faced the possibility that they sold animals to customers who would neglect or abuse them, or that their trade in a particular species could endanger its future in the wild.”
Keeping pet squirrels has a downside for humans too, which eventually became clear: despite their owners’ best attempts at taming them, they’re still wild animals. As time wore on, squirrels were increasingly viewed as pests; by the 1910s squirrels became so despised in California that the state issued a widespread public attack on the once-adored creatures. From the 1920s through the 1970s many states slowly adopted wildlife conservation and exotic pet laws, which prohibited keeping squirrels at home. Today, experts and enthusiasts alike warn that squirrels don’t always make ideal pets, mainly because of their finicky diet, space requirements, and scratchy claws. None of this, of course, will deter the most determined squirrel owner. Fans of Bob Ross might remember his pet squirrel named Peapod, and some squirrels owners are rekindling the obsession by making their pets Instagram-famous. Still, wild squirrels surely agree—it’s probably best we’re now mostly leaving them to the forest.
I am a bit sad that I don't have a pet squirrel. but there are plenty of wild ones I can watch frolic in the wild. I mainly see them running across the highway, which seems a dangerous past time, but a squirrel's gotta do what a squirrel's gotta do, I guess...Herbert the Cowboy had a pet squirrel on Hillybilly Blood.


had the best dream last night...and did I have plenty of time to dream it, since I slept on the couch a couple of hours, then went to bed at 8:30 p.m. and slept till my alarm went off for work...

picture it...The French Quarter.
here I am, all alone. In an old trailer (or RV?) watching the street scene out the window, I can hear it all, I can see it all, but I don't have to talk to anyone or get jostled or wait to cross the street....occasionally someone makes eye contact with me and we just nod. I am perfectly content to be here in New Orleans watching the world through a screen. sometimes I wander out to get food or a cold drink. then I scurry back to my little oasis and just watch the world through the screen. there are people. music. Second Lines. and I have the best seat in the house.

“Not every mother is a saint ...” Mother’s Day is a time to celebrate the wonderful women who raised us. But some mothers need an entirely different adjective to describe them.

Mother’s Day, by Dennis McDougal Mother's Day The true story of Theresa Knorr: The twisted child abuser who murdered her daughters—with the help of her sons. After nine years of horrific abuse, Knorr’s youngest daughter Terry finally turned her deranged mother into authorities.
Sleep, My Child, Forever, by John Coston Sleep, My Child, Forever Ellen Boehm murdered her two sons, and nearly killed her daughter, all for the life insurance money. John Coston details the schemes of this evil mother, and the man determined to stop Boehm before it was too late for her daughter.
Though Howard Sounes’ book focuses on the murderous duo Fred and Rosemary West, Rose stands out as a truly terrible mother. Her heinous acts include killing one of Fred’s daughters and encouraging him to abuse another.
Known as “Gang Mom,” Mary Louise Thompson ran her own gang, which included her son Beau, in an elaborate crime ring. But when Aaron Iturra was going to testify against Beau, Thompson used deadly force to stop him.
True crime master Ann Rule examines what drove young Oregon mother Diane Downs to attempt to murder her three children in 1983, and originally claim a stranger targeted her family.
After Shirley Turner killed her ex-boyfriend, Andrew Bagby, she evaded jail time and eventually killed their one-year-old child and herself. Bagby’s father, David, writes this gut-wrenching memoir.
The trial, and subsequent acquittal, of Casey Anthony—a woman accused of killing her two-year-old daughter—shocked the nation. Prosecutor Jeff Ashton provides an insider’s look at the trial that many believe acquitted a murdering mother.
In 2001, Andrea Yates drowned all five of her children in the bathtub. Investigative reporter Suzanne O’Malley followed the trial and conducted exclusive interviews with Andrea and her husband Randy to compose this compelling true crime book.

today I learned something new.

verb (used with object), defenestrated, defenestrating.
1. to throw (a person or thing) out of a window.
how did I come upon this word, one may ask? reading an online article about a killer who slayed a family of 4 and defenestrated their dog.

See an Alarmingly Well-Preserved Human Head in a Jar at This Portuguese University Though he died in 1841, Diogo Alves continues to serve face. BY RAFAELA FERRAZ MAY 18, 2017

t’s yellow, peaceful-looking, and somewhat akin to a potato. The various physicians and anatomy technicians in the preceding hallway all address it with a mix of familiarity and indifference. It’s just there, really. Just the head of Diogo Alves, whose claims to fame include being both Portugal’s first serial killer and the last man to be hanged.
Alves was a serial killer, indeed, but not the first.
Along with the rest of the body, his head has even inspired a comic book, a fictionalized biography and novel, and the 1911 silent film Os Crimes de Diogo Alves (“The Crimes of Diogo Alves”)—a serious contender for yet another national title, that of Portugal’s first fictional film.

on the vacation front....

have purchased 2 books for vacation....Where is Bigfoot? and Where is Grandma? have a new tee I am saving for vacation, and in catalog shopping, have my eye on a pair of knee length cuffed shorts, capris, summer pjs, and a tank and cardigan....also need some cute shoes. I know Katie is weary of my sandals with the beer opener on them...

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