Chiropterix

As someone who gets shamed for “constantly having my phone in my hand” all the time (when I’m not at work), this was very comforting to read. Because it does feel like I must have a problem if I can’t focus solely on one interaction at a time. Which I can’t and never have been able to do. :\

I would just like to take a second to thank every single fanfiction writer who’s ever published a fic. In the last 3 weeks, I’ve read over 890,000 words of fanfiction while in quarantine. I know legally, fanfiction writers are not considered “essential” but let me tell you: they are essential to me. Essential to my sanity, my wellbeing, my happiness. Fic gives me so much joy and such a love for the world and the people in it, and fic writers don’t ask for anything in return, except occasional engagement. So from the bottom of my heart: thank you fic writers. Thank you for keeping me company during this time of isolation. Thank you for writing stories that give me hope and take my mind off of my anxiety. Thank you for making me laugh even when I don’t think it’s possible. Thank you for giving me something to be excited about when it feels like the world is falling apart around me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

This, wholeheartedly

I get where you’re coming from but if Biden does win the primaries you have to ask yourself if he’s really worse than Trump, who stirs up his voterbase with fearmongering so any vote for the Dem nominee helps. I agree that Biden is shite but is he the worser of two evils?

yes.

Biden is worse because he’ll do the exact same shit Trump is but liberals won’t give a fuck because its not “cheeto guy”

Let’s be real Biden FUCKING SUCKS but if he becomes the nominee he’s still not gonna be worse than 4 more years of Trump. He’s just not.

[ID: image of a hand pointing with text written on it that says, “When you skip voting… It’s not rebellion. It’s surrender.”]

SOFT

who else is in the “didn’t realize sheep have long tails until i was like 20″ club

The reason most farmers dock (cut off) the tails is to prevent fly strike, an often lethal infection of fly larvae in the rear of the sheep. Without a (VERY FLUFFY) tail for fecal matter to accumulate on, fly strike is almost completely eliminated!

there is a wide variety of similar treatments for farm animals that are entirely for the animals well being pigs get their tail curled and tusks removed as babies so they dont accidentally nip each other while playing or stab each other just walking around- even a small tail nip might be fatal once the other pigs react to the scent of blood goats/cows often have their horns removed as babies as well both for obvious reasons to prevent stabbings but also to prevent them from growing in weird that can cause pain and infection for the animal chickens and other poultry, especially pet ones or hobby farms, might have their flight feathers clipped to prevent them from flying over fences, where their life expectancy is nill outside the farm/owners enclosure

Very good and valid points but please tell me what you mean by “might be fatal once the other pigs react to the scent of blood” before I lose my marbles

Pigs are omnivores and cannibals. Fun fact if you ever have need to dispose of a body, tossing it in a pigpen will get rid of it real fast.

There’s a reason why everyone went into a full blown panic when Dorothy fell into the pigpen in the Wizard of Oz. Pigs are vicious.

As someone who grew up on a farm that had both sheep AND pigs I’m always a little excited to share snippets like this to n e w  p e o p l e: Story one: On my farm up in rural Minnesota the method we used to dock tails was called banding. Each lamb would get a thick rubber band wrapped a few inches from the base of their tails and after a few weeks the tail atrophied and fell off. One year when I was very, very young I decided to go around our sheep pasture and collect the fallen lamb tails in a bucket. Nothing could have been more delightful than a bucket of lamb tails right?? I then took my macabre bucket of fluffy decomposition and put it in the machine shed while apparently nobody was looking and went home with my dad. My grandfather found the bucket the following day. I was gently reprimanded.  Story two: We kept our pigs on the opposite end of the barn from the sheep. The sheep had a pasture attached to their end and had a ladder that led up into the hayloft. The only force keeping the sheep in their side of the barn was an old wooden fence and an elevated concrete path. Myself and the rest of the grandkids could climb down into the sheepfold and up into the hayloft any time we wanted. On the other side of that raised concrete path was the pigs. The pigs had no ladder and were penned in by two rows of thick steel fencing. Despite these barriers, to ensure that none of the kids ventured anywhere NEAR the pigs, my grandmother (who was the tiniest, sweetest woman in the world) told all of us the same cautionary tale; how when she was a little girl a friend on a nearby farm made the mistake of crossing through her own families pigpen as a shortcut. The boars attacked, knocked her down, ripped off half of her face and ate her eye. Or so grandma claims. It worked, none of us even looked at the damn pigs. I still don’t like them to this day because of that more-than-likely-heavily-embellished story. In college (eons ago) when taking courses for my animal science major we had to vaccinate and clip the wolf teeth of newborn piglets- we also had to castrate the males with nothing but iodine and a scalpel. We got bonus points for removing the testicles with our teeth. Wild and crazy times man, let me tell you.