I just read this on the BBC Website. Seems slightly odd. Researchers have been going on for years about trying to bring back the woolly mammoth-there was an idea pitched a while back that by selective breeding they could breed them. What would the mammoths think of being re-introduced? How long before some ivory hungry poacher started stalking them all over the globe? No doubt they produce more tusk per pound than the elephant.
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Also with frozen DNA now being extracted and cloned, how long will it be before all those nutters who've paid £££££s to have their bodies put in the deep freeze will be 'brought back to life'? Woooo spooky!
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Monday, 3 November 2008
Rats
Now I want honest answers, is there anything ticklier than a rodent down a t-shirt or up a trouser leg?
About a year ago my cat had caught a wood mouse in the garden. In typical rescuer fashion, I went diving outside and pulled the cat off the mouse. When I tried to find it to check it was ok, it had disappeared. Thinking it must have run away, I started walking back down the garden, whereupon I felt a really nasty tickly sensation somewhere near the top of the thigh. My first thought being: "ARGH! SPIDER!" I leapt around the garden shaking my jeans only to see the little mouse drop out and land somewhat bewildered on my shoe before scampering off again.
In my previous job, we had an initial four chipmunks which we bought at 8 weeks old. After going in to feed them and 'tame them up' I realised I'd got a bit too friendly with them when they proceeded to dive down the t-shirt as soon as I walked in and make a cosy nest out of my skin before running up my back and sliding back down with their sharp little claws. Not content with this little bit of masochism every day, I managed to make them breed and while raising the babies, the mums all taught them that really, the best plaything ever was Alice's t-shirt/vest/hair.
Do these things just happen to me?
About a year ago my cat had caught a wood mouse in the garden. In typical rescuer fashion, I went diving outside and pulled the cat off the mouse. When I tried to find it to check it was ok, it had disappeared. Thinking it must have run away, I started walking back down the garden, whereupon I felt a really nasty tickly sensation somewhere near the top of the thigh. My first thought being: "ARGH! SPIDER!" I leapt around the garden shaking my jeans only to see the little mouse drop out and land somewhat bewildered on my shoe before scampering off again.
In my previous job, we had an initial four chipmunks which we bought at 8 weeks old. After going in to feed them and 'tame them up' I realised I'd got a bit too friendly with them when they proceeded to dive down the t-shirt as soon as I walked in and make a cosy nest out of my skin before running up my back and sliding back down with their sharp little claws. Not content with this little bit of masochism every day, I managed to make them breed and while raising the babies, the mums all taught them that really, the best plaything ever was Alice's t-shirt/vest/hair.
Do these things just happen to me?
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