I'm in my cubicle, minding my own lightly obsessive business, and someone wanders in to ask me to do a quick product order for them. One of my fifty odd jobs is to call product in from the warehouse. So I'm typing, and from over my shoulder, she says "Oh...what a cute baby!"
My first thought--"Baby?!? What went wrong?" I don't have any pictures of humans up in my cubicle, and certainly no pictures of infants. Something would have to go fundamentally wrong with the laws of nature, or maybe my sister might suddenly come over all maternal. Either way...oh. She's referring to the 1895 magazine picture Maus gave me of a baby hyena.
"Bless its ugly little heart," she says. "Most babies are cute, but they've got ugly babies, and they grow up to be ugly adults."
So I shipped her order to the gas station next door.
(no, I didn't, but I thought really hard about it...)
My first thought--"Baby?!? What went wrong?" I don't have any pictures of humans up in my cubicle, and certainly no pictures of infants. Something would have to go fundamentally wrong with the laws of nature, or maybe my sister might suddenly come over all maternal. Either way...oh. She's referring to the 1895 magazine picture Maus gave me of a baby hyena.
"Bless its ugly little heart," she says. "Most babies are cute, but they've got ugly babies, and they grow up to be ugly adults."
So I shipped her order to the gas station next door.
(no, I didn't, but I thought really hard about it...)
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No love for hyenas...
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There was at least one year, where I checked the book out so much and had a habit of turning it in late: That they didn’t let me check the book out for the rest of the year…
Yep, it’s on Amazon all right.
However, I think the book is in desperate need of being reprinted.
Also, I find human babies to be the ugliest things that Mother Nature has ever reproduced. However, when I state my distaste by curling my lips (a stim, I think) or moving away from one of the god damned awful things, people think I’m some sort of bad person. Just because I don’t find snot-nosed drooling fat babies, ‘Cuuuuuuuuuutttttttttteeeee’.
I would never hurt anyone’s child, I just don’t want it near me.
This reaction I have to babies seems to be instinctive for some reason and I don‘t know why I react that way.
I’m fine if the kid’s a bit more grown up and can talk.
Back on Hyenas, there's also a really good children's book that my older sister told my mom about. So she got it for me, it's called 'Pinduli' by Janell Cannon.
It's still in print and should be a good book to get kids into hyenas.
And, I still want a copy of Pinduli. :D It's too bad they didn't do a Stellaluna deal where you get a plushie+book, because I'd killll for a striped hyena plushie.