. . . It appeared lost and disoriented, but after chasing it for about an hour, I finally managed to capture it. Despite being bitten and scratched by the enraged primate, I delivered him to the authorities. The police--having only limited experience with members of the family Lorisidae--charged me with his care and he became my ward. At which point (and here's where this story starts to get weird) he told me to call him Ishmael..........
Sunday, October 30, 2011
In which the Irate Alien makes a new friend . . .
I was walking down the street the other day when I happened upon an escaped pygmy slow loris . . .
. . . It appeared lost and disoriented, but after chasing it for about an hour, I finally managed to capture it. Despite being bitten and scratched by the enraged primate, I delivered him to the authorities. The police--having only limited experience with members of the family Lorisidae--charged me with his care and he became my ward. At which point (and here's where this story starts to get weird) he told me to call him Ishmael..........
. . . It appeared lost and disoriented, but after chasing it for about an hour, I finally managed to capture it. Despite being bitten and scratched by the enraged primate, I delivered him to the authorities. The police--having only limited experience with members of the family Lorisidae--charged me with his care and he became my ward. At which point (and here's where this story starts to get weird) he told me to call him Ishmael..........
