As you struggle to open your eyes and adjust to the light, you realize that a very ugly, naked bird is being held just inches over your chest. This in itself is not such a big deal but you happen to notice that this particular baby bird is crawling with tiny black dots that years of training have taught you are almost certainly lice. You know, I never find anything and to find a woodpecker is just too great. I am just so excited about this. Slowly you lever yourself out of bed, do a quick check for arthropods, and stumble over to the light switch.
Life is truly strange.
You expect to see mealworms and meatballs that have little chunks of charcoal in them that have a note attached explaining that you are to give them to the owls that evening. You know that the foamy brown liquid in the cup is nutrical blended to a froth for the dehydrated baby squirrels and not the left over milkshake from McDonalds. You know that the fresh strawberries on the second shelf are for the baby beaver. If you want a strawberry, you will have to defrost some that are in the freezer. You know from bitter experience that mealworms come in a cloth bag that if not properly sealed will allow their escape.