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beaver
July 2008 
My hands smell.
Posted on Aug 17th, 2007
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Autumn
Autumn
So today after being at work only for a short while, a man from VDOT (Virginia Department of Transportation) shows up.
"I've got a beaver." he says. My eyes widen with delight and we three docents run out to his truck, fringe flapping wildly. In the bed of the truck a mountain of brown rests on flattened cardboard boxes. We chatter excitedly and high five each other, giggeling and making other girly noises. This thoroughly confuses the VDOT man. After a bit of prodding at the unfortunate dead beaver we haul it off the truck (all thirty or so pounds) and then start to question its gender. Female is what goes down on the form but none of us being an expert at beaver anatomy (Hey, stop laughing.) we have no real idea. We then transport it to the village, via a garbage bag, and procede to skin it.
Okay, random bit of writing up there to tell about how the morning of my last day of work at Wolf Creek went. Then we had ice cream cake! :D (PS: Please don't think I'm a crazy bitch for skinning animals, its part of my job and it was already dead, if VDOT brought it in that means it was hit by a car. What the hell were you doing on the road beaver!!!??!)
Tomorrow I move into a dorm room! Crap!
(PPS: My cornlings got knocked upside down while I was at work today and some of them got mangled. GOD, WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME TO HAVE CORN?!)
"I've got a beaver." he says. My eyes widen with delight and we three docents run out to his truck, fringe flapping wildly. In the bed of the truck a mountain of brown rests on flattened cardboard boxes. We chatter excitedly and high five each other, giggeling and making other girly noises. This thoroughly confuses the VDOT man. After a bit of prodding at the unfortunate dead beaver we haul it off the truck (all thirty or so pounds) and then start to question its gender. Female is what goes down on the form but none of us being an expert at beaver anatomy (Hey, stop laughing.) we have no real idea. We then transport it to the village, via a garbage bag, and procede to skin it.
Okay, random bit of writing up there to tell about how the morning of my last day of work at Wolf Creek went. Then we had ice cream cake! :D (PS: Please don't think I'm a crazy bitch for skinning animals, its part of my job and it was already dead, if VDOT brought it in that means it was hit by a car. What the hell were you doing on the road beaver!!!??!)
Tomorrow I move into a dorm room! Crap!
(PPS: My cornlings got knocked upside down while I was at work today and some of them got mangled. GOD, WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME TO HAVE CORN?!)
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