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My husband and I have been catching shrews (alive and unharmed!) in our apartment lately, and of course they needed names. Today I drew portraits to remember them by. 

Or, ya know, I could just drink some coffee.

- My husband on his decision to ease into vegetarianism.

Apparently this is a real place in West Virginia. Or an elaborate joke.

A “Rock Show” given to me by my mother. It belonged to her father. Probably from the 70s.

Handmade terracotta opossum, given to me by my paternal grandmother. Her gifts to me are usually ugly antiques that she’s tired of looking at, and that no one would ever buy from a booth in an antiques mall.