T & B (Truth & Beauty) Overload: a paper wasp and a gulf fritillary discuss shoes on a confetti lantana bush. Polistes carolina and Agraulis vanillae incarnata, at the Twisty Compound, Lepidoptera Department, May 2007.
The denizens of the Twisty Bungalow, among them I, Bert, and the above-pictured hexapods, are cautiously optimistic concerning the continued existence of our venerable confederate, the dog Zippy. You may recall (if yours is a memory that may bound across so vast a temporal abyss) that when last I posted, Zippy was suffering a life-threatening gastric dilatation volvulus (a.k.a. “bloat,” or “tortures of the damned”). I am pleased to report that, following emergency surgery to de-flip her stomach and sew it to her abdominal wall, she is expected to pull through. Although I consider her expression to be somewhat hangdog, she nevertheless nibbles on risotto (my convalescent dog recipe: combine water, arborio rice, skinless chicken. Boil.) and wags a diffident tail, much like her former self.
Man, a sick animal always puts me in a melancholic humor, but this episode with Zippy, who is my favorite person of all time, really had me zipped up in the funk-bag for a while.
So thanks for all the good vibes.
I am also delighted, as the unintended result of my parting words “please discuss shoes,” to have become acquainted with the dimensions of so many commenters’ feet. What an unexpected pleasure! Not to mention the wealth of foot-related information, such as that Crocs are ugly, and a method by which one may “elegantly cover unsightly evidence of toenail fungus.” Fie upon all who would dismiss I Blame the Patriarchy as a single-issue blog.