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[ecchymotic]

So my mom mailed me like a bunch of articles. And YOU GUYS, the Blob is REAL and it's on display in a zoo in Paris.

It doesn't have a brain, but it still learns things. Which. Relatable. It self-heals. Which. Less relatable, but still impressive. And it doesn't have a mouth, but it's like REAL into oatmeal, apparently? Which, no accounting for taste. But, again, no brain. So. Forgivable. Also it has like 720 sexes? So it's basically a brainless, mutant, gender fluidity icon.

Also, they've found a horrifying, giant (No really: SUPER BIG!) parasitic wasp in Uganda that lays its murder babies INSIDE other insects so they can burst out of their skin later. But that's a totally different story that nobody really wants to deal with.

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[artistree]

Yes, exactly. Cedar and Willow regularly make me try things that seem [...] inhospitable to human stomachs so that I can let them know for sure.

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Are they real dinosaurs?

[ecchymotic]

Seems a bit unfair. What knowledge of cursed things are they bringing back to the hive(not-a-)mind?

No. They're sugar dinosaurs. Fortunately. Considering the whole consumption thing.

[artistree]

Cedar brings valuable whittling knowledge. We are both trying to decide if Willow needs to be temporarily severed until she produces something valuable. Like a quest.

Meaty oatmeal didn't sound appetizing. Sugar dinosaurs are much more acceptable.

[ecchymotic]

Is the quest to procure reattachment? Or does she need to bring the two you a quest in order to remain attached?

I mean, you COULD put bacon in it. Bacon's breakfast meat.

[artistree]

I was thinking she could bring us a rare artifact and if we deem it sufficiently impressive she gets to rejoin the hive. An ark, maybe. Arks are always impressive.

Not much of a bacon person, myself. I wonder if the Blob is.

[ecchymotic]

Huh. I feel like I need to be putting my siblings through more trials.

Might be weird to eat an animal when nobody's entirely certain if you're an animal or a fungus or something else entirely.

[artistree]

Oh, absolutely. The more you torment, the more they know you're spending your time thinking of them.

Uninhibited by such labels, the Blob is. I can feel it.

[ecchymotic]

I’d have to level them appropriately, though. Can’t send six-year-olds to get an ark.

It is, however, temporarily French.

[ecchymotic]

You'd think I'd be using better adjectives.

Considering.

[artistree]

Your adjectives seem fine to me.

[ecchymotic]

Accurate, sure.

But repetitive. Maybe too on the nose.

[artistree]

Should I be more worried about poetic flow in my journaling, too?

[ecchymotic]

No. You’re fine. Might be a me thing.