my neighbors just got a maniacal pair of sugar gliders. these little guys had great tails: an awesome tube shape, black at the end, curling about. and of course, they jump. man, i'd love some of that ankle-to-wrist stretching membrane. one of the kids had a glider balled up in his hand that he'd walk around with. yeah, it was like actual pokemon for these kids. just as fun as finding out about new animals: finding out about pet websites. my mom's just finished writing a book about dealing with grief and spent a section on death of pet. she found some fantastic poetry, among which was this find parallel between a dog's death and common excretion terms: ...Also, you have to take me out, or let me outside to "relieve" myself. I would really prefer to not do it inside, where you and I have to live. But when I have to "go", I simply have to "go." I need you to help me take care of this, so we can both have an "odor-free" living environment. and then it ends with something about I just have to "do" what's right. not that i'm big on rappin on dead pets, but not knowing the pet and reading the poems out of context can trip out some laughs. i mean i cried like crazy when my dog died last year, but i don't think i'll ever do that again. i'm young and it was my first dog. but she had to "go" and her face had that "poo"r expression of weeping wax.