I had the funniest dream last night, that the latest craze to hit the UK was getting high by sniffing a mink. Specifically, one had to sniff behind the mink's front legs, in it's little armpits, and do so before 6:30pm in the evening. There were stories on BBC news and everything. It was all highly detailed.
However, I suspect if you did try to sniff a mink you would get your face bittten off. They may look cute, but remember, they kill for fun.
Once I was camping in Yoho National Park in the Rockies. This cute little marten approached. Cute until I realized it could NOT BE FRIGHTENED AWAY with even loud noises and much shaking of fists. (You know, the usual manner in which one rids oneself of unwanted rodentia.)
http://www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/land/er/factsheets/mammals/Marten.htm
Cute as hell, like a mink, but KILLS FOR FUN.
Anyway, weird dream, Abel. Get back to the toad licking maybe.
Posted by: Rebecca | May 05, 2005 at 02:41 AM
Mink sniffing. Right. Any chance of a new minister for public health on the other side of the chunnel? There's work to be done.
W.
Posted by: Wim | May 09, 2005 at 11:07 AM