Weird question (for worldbuilding on a thing): Do you happen to know if it is possible to run drugtests on shed reptile skin the way they can be run on human hair? (Question tax: Do you have a ‘theme song’ for vet work?)

drferox:

I honestly don’t know about drug residues in reptile skin. I know you can definitely find them in reptile meat, so I assume some would be detectable in reptile skin, but I have no idea which ones, or how accurately.

For a veterinary theme song, you’d probably expect me to say something meaningful or serious like ‘how to save a life’, But for some reason I really feel the lyrics of Fly Like A Butterfly. It’s absolute nonsense, but it’s nonsense with feeling. I mean, especially for emergency medicine. Look at these lyrics:

I don’t know how to do this
I don’t know how to DO THIS
I think I know, but I don’t really know
Where am I gonna go
Don’t know.. okay
Where am I gonna go
I’m flubbernucked anyway 

I just know that feeling, you know?

I don’t think it would work quite the way it does on hair. Drugs show up in hair because hair grows steadily, forming a chemical timeline. Reptiles grow scales intermittently, when it’s almost time to shed. I imagine chemicals would show up to some extent, but not in such a handy timeline shape, and I’m not sure what would get incorporated.

kelpforestdweller:

kelpforestdweller:

ranger-truth:

REBLOG IF YOU THINK WE SHOULD NORMALIZE WEARING SURGICAL MASKS FOR SEASONAL ALLERGIES.

I’m in Japan, and having the time of my life viewing flowers without feeling like I’m dying from the pollen (until the mask is off for me to eat). Everybody here wears masks for being sick, avoiding illness, or for allergies, and it’s honestly a great to have the choice without judgement. If you can stand the judgement, start wearing masks (it really helps in avoiding getting sick, too). If not, just reblog.

Please, let’s normalize wearing masks everywhere. Let’s stop making people with hayfever or compromised immune systems suffer!

right, like, most importantly: if you must be out and about with an infectious illness, please use a mask. people die from simple things like colds if their immune systems are over- or underactive or any number of issues. i understand it is awkward but you can save lives.

signed,

someone who has had a cold for a month and counting and is lucky it isn’t worse

also i wore a mask on a plane recently because of this same cold and got nothing but compliments from people admiring how responsible a choice it was.

When I see someone wearing a mask, I read either “I have allergies" or “I am containing germs”. Both are perfectly fine.

bin-of-gayness:

I’ve been cruising through the #OnlyInGotham tag, so I thought, why not contribute?

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I work at McDonalds and the, what does he call it? The Batplane? Batwing? The plane Batman drives comes by to pick up like, seventeen Happy Meals, and I only see Nightwing and Red Robin inside….. #onlyingotham #Imtellingbatman #theywerepulledoverbythebatmobile

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#onlyingotham does yelling “Nightwings butt is average!” earn you a mob at your door. Robin and Red Hood are leading them, and Red Robin in consoling a crying Nightwing in the corner. #whoops #imsorry #ijustwantedhelpwithmyhomework

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I got tired of vigilantes and rogues breaking my window, so about a month ago I replaced it with two inch thick plexi glass. After Red Hood figured it out, I guess he took it as a challenge to break my window. So now I just spend hours sitting in front of my window and drinking coffee as he throws multiple items at my window. Rogues and other vigilantes are not an uncommon site. Yesterday he threw a cat at my window. I flipped him off and he started banging his head against the wall. #itsquiteamusing #bestentertainment #onlyingotham #hejustthrewJokeratmywindow Update: He threw Red Robin and after faceplanting against my window he sorta just stayed there and stared at my coffee. #getrrhelp

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I just walked past Damian Wayne walking down the street holding catnip with a trail of cats following him. I think he’s going back to the manor…. #onlyingotham #imsorrybruce #savebruce2k18

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Some Metropolis tourist was standing next to me waiting for the bus and bragging all about how amazing Superman is and how their city is soooo much better than ours. Also about how us Gothamites are only cultured if we’re ritch and if we’re ritch we’re snobs. And me, being the small art school student I am who has grown up in Gotham, punched said tourist. Right in the gut. Nightwing high fived me. #onlyingotham

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#onlyingotham do you run into Red Robin at the cafe near your dorm and pass out from shear exhaustion, only to wake up to find his cowl wrapped around your shoulders and enough money to buy another coffee, along with a sticky note that says good luck. #thestrugglesofanartstudent #imkeepingthecowl #itssowarm

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I just watched Dick Grayson fall out of a tree and flip last second onto his feet while yelling “yolo” #onlyingotham #savebruce2k18

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I went to Wayne Manor for a gala only because I was a personally hired photographer, and I didn’t have fancy clothes so I showed up in jeans in a plaid shirt. Tim Drake took one look at me, and dragged me to his room to get me “proper” clothes. As he was doing so he told me that the snobs in that Ballroom would eat me alive if I went in there looking like that. When he was done he patted me on the shoulder and left. #onlyingotham #ithinkiminlove #TimsofficiallymyfavoriteWaynekid

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crownsoflaurels1020:

cowlicklesschick:

One time one of my coworkers was talking about his daughter (who was only 5-6 at the time) and how he was already worried about boys, etc. once she got older. He wasn’t one of those dads, who would quite literally hunt down a teenage boy with a shotgun over some backseat shenanigans. He was just a concerned dad.

He asked me what my dad used to do to scare all of the boys away from me, or to at least make sure they were good to me.

My answer?

Example.

My dad never once said, “Katie, if a boy hits you, make sure to bring him back here so I can make him pay.”

Instead, my kind, gentle-soul dad expressed anger and utter contempt for men who beat their wives (and vice versa), and has never in his life raised his hand against me or my mother.

My dad never once said, “Katie, don’t go out with a boy who’s rude to the waitress.”

Instead, my father has treated every single server we’ve had throughout my entire life (except the rare ones who were rude first) with respect and courtesy.

My dad never once told my brothers to get up and offer the pregnant lady their seat on the subway.

Instead he was the first one to stand up, and smiled proudly when his young sons copied him when 2 other women boarded.

My dad didn’t raise me to only make good decisions when he’s there looking over my shoulder. He showed me what to look for in a man, not by preaching at me or declaring that he was the perfect mold. But his treatment of others (esp women) is the foundation for my standards when it comes to men.

So, parents, you want to make sure all of those Bad Apples stay away? Step one is to demonstrate what a Good Apple looks like, up close and personal.

Because if you’ve taught your daughters to respect themselves enough to have high standards, there won’t be any need for you chase any Bad Apples away. Your daughter will take care of that for you.

This is important. It’s also important to teach little girls that self help is always an option.

When I was eight I went to my parents crying because a little boy was routinely jumping me from behind when he passed me in the hallways and pulling my hair and it hurt.

My parents didn’t tell me that the boy must have a crush on me, or that I should cut my hair, or even to go tell a teacher (though that last one wouldn’t have been bad advice).

Instead, my dad knelt down and soberly said the following:

“That’s not ok. It’s never ok for someone to touch you in a manner you don’t like. If someone does that too you once, you ask them politely to stop and tell them you don’t like it when they do that. If they do it a second time, you look them in the eye and tell them loudly, “I’m feeling threatened and if you do that again I will defend myself.’ If they do it a third time, you break their nose.”

He proceeded to teach me how to break someone’s nose.

I’m sure people will debate the appropriateness of this advice, but I’ve only ever had to move past yelling “I’m feeling threatened” once. My dad wanted me to know, from an early age, that I wasn’t weak or entirely dependent on others to defend myself, he wanted to teach me that I had power too, and I should use it when necessary.

gallusrostromegalus:

So becuase I’m living in an appartment building and have no yard into which I may release Charlie when his little doggy bladder fills up, I end up walking him at strange hours of the night in all manner of weather, becuase I love him.

So tonight it’s single-digits and snowing, and while we’re walking back, I see a big gray tabby curled up with it’s back to us on the porch of one of the houses that’s not yet occupied.  It doesn’t look up at us when we pass by, or when charlie doubles back and starts climbing the stairs to sniff it.

Understandably worried that someone’s pet is lose or that one of the ferals is goign to be a kitty popsicle, I hurry home, collect the cat carrier and go back to the porch to bring kitty in from the cold.  Since I will probably need both hands to carry it back and there’s enough ambient light, I don’t take a flashlight.

Kitty must be very asleep becuase it doesn’t look up when I put the crate down, or when I walk up to it, but the *second* I touch just one of its little kitty fluffs, It’s head pops up with the loudest, deepest “brrp?” cat start-up noise ever.

…and I realize by the large tufted ears and buff shoulder muscles that the thing I am attempting to pick up is not an unusually large tabby.  

It’s the fucking Bobcat.

Fortunately, instead of maiming me, like my idiot ass deserves, it lets out a demonic YEEEAAUGH and flings itself off the porch, fleeing into the night, and I sit there waiting for my heart to start beating again, presumably to tell it’s bobcat buddies all about it’s attempted alien abduction.

So how is everyone else’s night going?